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 Korea South and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 synthesizer 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 Lyres to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
Von Mondo,
David Axelrod,
Pussy Galore,
Suicide,
Byron Stingily,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Joey Negro,
T.S.O.L.,
Marcia Griffiths,
ABBA,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
kango's stein massive,
The Pop Group,
The American Breed,
Clear Light,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Slits,
Matthew Halsall,
The Martian,
Siglo XX,
8 Eyed Spy,
Connie Case,
Ice-T,
Wolf Eyes,
The Walker Brothers,
D'Angelo,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
10cc,
Zero Boys,
Monolake,
Sex Pistols,
Davy DMX,
Sound Behaviour,
Nils Olav,
Ronnie Foster,
Lee Hazlewood,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Howard Jones,
La Düsseldorf,
Eve St. Jones,
Eli Mardock,
Minor Threat,
Pantaleimon,
Audionom,
The Mojo Men,
Stereo Dub,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Stooges,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Interpol,
Groovy Waters,
Lightning Bolt,
Lou Christie,
Soft Cell,
Slick Rick,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Blossom Toes,
Glambeats Corp.,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.