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 Kazakhstan and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 arpeggiator 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 Groovy Waters to the rap 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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic 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?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pantytec,
Fela Kuti,
Toni Rubio,
The Grass Roots,
The Beau Brummels,
Wolf Eyes,
This Heat,
Gil Scott Heron,
Soft Machine,
The Seeds,
Jimmy McGriff,
Malaria!,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sugar Minott,
ABBA,
Pharoah Sanders,
Soulsonic Force,
Magma,
Deakin,
Sarah Menescal,
U.S. Maple,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Anthony Braxton,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Parry Music,
Susan Cadogan,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Shadows of Knight,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Talk Talk,
Sällskapet,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Accadde A,
Inner City,
kango's stein massive,
Idris Muhammad,
Aural Exciters,
Excepter,
Pere Ubu,
Bill Wells,
Oneida,
Sun Ra,
The Litter,
Cybotron,
Deepchord,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Flesh Eaters,
Delta 5,
MC5,
Lightning Bolt,
John Foxx,
Jeff Mills,
Rufus Thomas,
Funkadelic,
Ice-T,
Y Pants,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Franke,
The Smoke,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real 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.