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 Lesotho and from Milan.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Main Source to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
Grey Daturas,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Audionom,
Arab on Radar,
Sonic Youth,
Minor Threat,
Fear,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Saints,
Easy Going,
Quantec,
New York Dolls,
Godley & Creme,
Angry Samoans,
Yaz,
Parry Music,
Icehouse,
DJ Style,
Sandy B,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Max Romeo,
The Wake,
Electric Prunes,
Maleditus Sound,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ronnie Foster,
Desert Stars,
The Raincoats,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Alphaville,
Bobby Womack,
The Leaves,
Interpol,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Buzzcocks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
A Certain Ratio,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Nik Kershaw,
Urselle,
New Order,
The American Breed,
Roxy Music,
Cymande,
The Fall,
The Residents,
Dawn Penn,
Mars,
Monolake,
Derrick May,
The Grass Roots,
The Invisible,
Dave Gahan,
Nirvana,
Zero Boys,
Tomorrow,
Mr. Review,
Flamin' Groovies,
the Slits,
Mo-Dettes,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.