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 Laos and from Delhi.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Bad Manners to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Heaven 17,
Neu!,
Glenn Branca,
Pharoah Sanders,
Unwound,
Tom Boy,
Byron Stingily,
Sun City Girls,
Throbbing Gristle,
Average White Band,
The Index,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Evens,
Rhythm & Sound,
Deakin,
Saccharine Trust,
John Holt,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Siglo XX,
Mars,
cv313,
The Alarm Clocks,
Second Layer,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Flash Fearless,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The United States of America,
The Blackbyrds,
Gastr Del Sol,
Cybotron,
Los Fastidios,
Moss Icon,
Josef K,
The Fortunes,
John Coltrane,
The Zeros,
June Days,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
the Swans,
Harpers Bizarre,
CMW,
the Slits,
The Cure,
Index,
Bush Tetras,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bizarre Inc.,
Brick,
Kool Moe Dee,
Theoretical Girls,
Ken Boothe,
Pet Shop Boys,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jacob Miller,
The Techniques,
Rakim, Rakim, Rakim, Rakim.
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.