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 Chile and from Houston.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the marimba 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 DJ Sneak to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
The Human League,
Marmalade,
The Selecter,
The Black Dice,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Niagra,
Fat Boys,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Porter Ricks,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sister Nancy,
The Offenders,
Rites of Spring,
Smog,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Television Personalities,
The Motions,
Urselle,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Leaves,
Pole,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kurtis Blow,
Sugar Minott,
Sparks,
Nation of Ulysses,
Wire,
Excepter,
Don Cherry,
48th St. Collective,
The Beau Brummels,
The Real Kids,
Peter and Kerry,
Youth Brigade,
the Bar-Kays,
Cluster,
KRS-One,
Magazine,
The Grass Roots,
Deakin,
Public Enemy,
Infiniti,
Aural Exciters,
Joensuu 1685,
The Modern Lovers,
Donald Byrd,
Bill Near,
Shoche,
Reagan Youth,
Lyres,
Kayak,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bobby Byrd,
Angry Samoans,
Organ,
Amazonics,
Deepchord,
Colin Newman,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Robert Hood,
Siglo XX,
Chris Corsano,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.