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 Austria and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
The Techniques,
Ornette Coleman,
Morten Harket,
The Skatalites,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ludus,
Hardrive,
The Flesh Eaters,
Talk Talk,
Magma,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Metal Thangz,
Funkadelic,
Glenn Branca,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Five Americans,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Thee Headcoats,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Beau Brummels,
the Normal,
Bang On A Can,
John Foxx,
Swans,
Television Personalities,
Basic Channel,
John Cale,
Gong,
The Black Dice,
Masters at Work,
Freddie Wadling,
Eric B and Rakim,
Todd Terry,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Victims,
Altered Images,
The Walker Brothers,
Q and Not U,
The Gap Band,
The Star Department,
Cymande,
Mad Mike,
Sparks,
Prince Buster,
Rufus Thomas,
David Bowie,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Cal Tjader,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lightning Bolt,
the Human League,
Deepchord,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.