Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Cyprus and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Brick to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Public Image Ltd.,
Carl Craig,
Moss Icon,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Angels of Light,
Toni Rubio,
The Sound,
B.T. Express,
Aloha Tigers,
Spandau Ballet,
EPMD,
Reagan Youth,
Derrick Morgan,
Duran Duran,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Roger Hodgson,
David Axelrod,
The Invisible,
Althea and Donna,
Bluetip,
Minutemen,
Black Bananas,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Cymande,
Niagra,
Joe Smooth,
Matthew Halsall,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Scion,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Arab on Radar,
X-102,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bronski Beat,
K-Klass,
The Misunderstood,
La Düsseldorf,
Magma,
The Standells,
Liliput,
Fugazi,
The Modern Lovers,
Los Fastidios,
Delta 5,
Dead Boys,
The Doobie Brothers,
E-Dancer,
John Foxx,
Echospace,
The Smoke,
The Music Machine,
The Doors,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Model 500,
The Human League,
Minnie Riperton,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.