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 Tonga and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Popol Vuh to the funk 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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
David Axelrod,
The Index,
Mo-Dettes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Arab on Radar,
The Golliwogs,
K-Klass,
Fugazi,
Gang of Four,
Sunsets and Hearts,
New Age Steppers,
Thompson Twins,
Eve St. Jones,
Blake Baxter,
June of 44,
Barbara Tucker,
Johnny Clarke,
Y Pants,
Simply Red,
Laurel Aitken,
The Zeros,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Steve Hackett,
Chris & Cosey,
Boogie Down Productions,
Black Flag,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bill Near,
The Count Five,
Wally Richardson,
a-ha,
Todd Terry,
The Slits,
E-Dancer,
A Certain Ratio,
Mission of Burma,
Guru Guru,
Terrestrial Tones,
B.T. Express,
Icehouse,
Das Ding,
Banda Bassotti,
Agent Orange,
The Five Americans,
PIL,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Trojans,
The Blackbyrds,
Alice Coltrane,
Trumans Water,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kenny Larkin,
David Bowie,
Kas Product,
Audionom,
the Fania All-Stars,
Nik Kershaw,
Kerri Chandler,
The Fuzztones,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.