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 St Lucia and from Copenhagen.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Angry Samoans to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Cramps. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
Youth Brigade,
Lou Reed,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Drive Like Jehu,
8 Eyed Spy,
Scrapy,
Porter Ricks,
Joe Smooth,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Grandmaster Flash,
the Soft Cell,
Ituana,
Oblivians,
Patti Smith,
Talk Talk,
Rufus Thomas,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Aswad,
the Association,
DNA,
EPMD,
Crash Course in Science,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Angels of Light,
MDC,
Eric B and Rakim,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jacques Brel,
Wasted Youth,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ten City,
The Moleskins,
Spoonie Gee,
Fela Kuti,
Derrick May,
Grauzone,
Steve Hackett,
Bang On A Can,
Second Layer,
The Five Americans,
The Zeros,
Severed Heads,
Deepchord,
Pere Ubu,
Sun Ra,
Joey Negro,
The Offenders,
PIL,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Tremeloes,
Isaac Hayes,
Lucky Dragons,
Maleditus Sound,
Pantaleimon,
Stereo Dub,
Glambeats Corp.,
Niagra,
E-Dancer,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.