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 Thailand and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 chamberlin 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 MC5 to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Avey Tare,
Laurel Aitken,
The Trojans,
Rakim,
The Techniques,
Albert Ayler,
Negative Approach,
Lungfish,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Excepter,
The Grass Roots,
Nas,
The Fall,
The Buckinghams,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Nils Olav,
kango's stein massive,
Kevin Saunderson,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Searchers,
Pere Ubu,
Mandrill,
OOIOO,
The Star Department,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Offenders,
Robert Hood,
Nation of Ulysses,
Animal Collective,
The Modern Lovers,
The Motions,
Radiohead,
Big Daddy Kane,
Todd Rundgren,
Mark Hollis,
Hasil Adkins,
Roxette,
CMW,
Jeru the Damaja,
Brass Construction,
Morten Harket,
Pylon,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Alphaville,
Faust,
Sonny Sharrock,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sam Rivers,
The New Christs,
Interpol,
Theoretical Girls,
The Standells,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Carl Craig,
Depeche Mode,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Anthony Braxton,
The Slackers,
Mantronix,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.