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 Micronesia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 Patti Smith to the rock 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
Joe Finger,
New Order,
Eric B and Rakim,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Derrick May,
Ice-T,
Underground Resistance,
A Certain Ratio,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Khruangbin,
The Fugs,
The Busters,
The Real Kids,
Lyres,
Urselle,
Minor Threat,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Dead C,
Eden Ahbez,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Gap Band,
The Evens,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Drexciya,
Liliput,
The Barracudas,
Dave Gahan,
Theoretical Girls,
Archie Shepp,
The Move,
Monolake,
Moss Icon,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Subhumans,
Alice Coltrane,
Joey Negro,
Black Bananas,
The Doors,
DNA,
Lindisfarne,
Lalo Schifrin,
Monks,
E-Dancer,
Royal Trux,
Brick,
Adolescents,
Heaven 17,
Tubeway Army,
DJ Style,
Ultra Naté,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Alton Ellis,
Unwound,
Das Ding,
Rotary Connection,
Scion,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sonic Youth,
Flash Fearless,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.