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 Dominica and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Rekid to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
Kurtis Blow,
Godley & Creme,
Carl Craig,
Bluetip,
Soft Machine,
Mission of Burma,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Nas,
Wire,
B.T. Express,
Pussy Galore,
EPMD,
Gregory Isaacs,
Amazonics,
AZ,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Techniques,
Ralphi Rosario,
James White and The Blacks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Danielle Patucci,
The Mummies,
The Neon Judgement,
MC5,
Jawbox,
Tres Demented,
Thee Headcoats,
The Flesh Eaters,
Yusef Lateef,
Wasted Youth,
John Lydon,
Nirvana,
Hot Snakes,
Nils Olav,
Average White Band,
Reagan Youth,
Grauzone,
Al Stewart,
Can,
Minny Pops,
Interpol,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Animal Collective,
Accadde A,
Whodini,
Deadbeat,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Aswad,
T.S.O.L.,
Stetsasonic,
Scrapy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Nick Fraelich,
The Cure,
Archie Shepp,
Ornette Coleman,
Stereo Dub,
The Fortunes,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead 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.