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 South Africa and from Toronto.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Joey Negro to the rap 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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
The Slackers,
Sex Pistols,
Loose Ends,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Fluxion,
The Fortunes,
Sandy B,
Nation of Ulysses,
Can,
Donny Hathaway,
EPMD,
MC5,
The Shadows of Knight,
Harry Pussy,
Shoche,
The American Breed,
Rites of Spring,
Gil Scott Heron,
June Days,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Marmalade,
The Dead C,
The Happenings,
Radiohead,
Deepchord,
John Coltrane,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sonny Sharrock,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Basic Channel,
R.M.O.,
Alphaville,
Eric B and Rakim,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Amon Düül II,
The Sound,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bobby Womack,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Interpol,
Wolf Eyes,
Delon & Dalcan,
E-Dancer,
Sound Behaviour,
Arthur Verocai,
The Count Five,
Kerri Chandler,
the Normal,
Simply Red,
Janne Schatter,
T.S.O.L.,
Eric Dolphy,
Guru Guru,
Groovy Waters,
Scan 7,
The Five Americans,
Ultra Naté,
Section 25,
Black Flag,
Tubeway Army,
Monks,
Theoretical Girls,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.