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 Panama and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 güiro 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 Dark Day to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Davy DMX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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?
Gang Starr,
Q65,
Pylon,
Inner City,
R.M.O.,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Black Dice,
Los Fastidios,
Marvin Gaye,
Freddie Wadling,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Zeros,
Prince Buster,
Das Ding,
The Golliwogs,
The Motions,
The Electric Prunes,
The Kinks,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jandek,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Slick Rick,
Pharoah Sanders,
Wolf Eyes,
Blake Baxter,
Slave,
Rapeman,
Nico,
Pussy Galore,
Cluster,
Con Funk Shun,
Mark Hollis,
Dorothy Ashby,
Liliput,
Nik Kershaw,
Big Daddy Kane,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lower 48,
Crispy Ambulance,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
E-Dancer,
The Music Machine,
Bronski Beat,
The Skatalites,
These Immortal Souls,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Evens,
The Doors,
Althea and Donna,
Panda Bear,
Robert Hood,
Sound Behaviour,
Boz Scaggs,
The Selecter,
Moss Icon,
the Normal,
Soul II Soul,
Nils Olav,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lou Reed,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.