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 Belize and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Gang Starr to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
Shoche,
Radiohead,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pantaleimon,
Gang Green,
FM Einheit,
Byron Stingily,
Fluxion,
Easy Going,
Zero Boys,
Throbbing Gristle,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ultravox,
The Cure,
Max Romeo,
Moby Grape,
Patti Smith,
Dead Boys,
Silicon Teens,
Warsaw,
The Wake,
The Last Poets,
Quantec,
MDC,
La Düsseldorf,
Traffic Nightmare,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Davy DMX,
The Saints,
Flash Fearless,
The Selecter,
Panda Bear,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Marine Girls,
Little Man,
Jimmy McGriff,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Victims,
Adolescents,
E-Dancer,
Janne Schatter,
Tropical Tobacco,
Man Eating Sloth,
Donny Hathaway,
Jeru the Damaja,
Subhumans,
Sun City Girls,
Vainqueur,
LL Cool J,
The Martian,
Crooked Eye,
Nik Kershaw,
Depeche Mode,
Glenn Branca,
Boz Scaggs,
Ice-T,
The Golliwogs,
Royal Trux,
New York Dolls,
Bobby Womack,
Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685.
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.