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 Cameroon and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 linndrum 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 U.S. Maple to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Manfred Mann's Earth Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
Trumans Water,
In Retrospect,
Jimmy McGriff,
China Crisis,
K-Klass,
Echospace,
The Doors,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Inner City,
Stockholm Monsters,
Barry Ungar,
Masters at Work,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Andrew Hill,
Sixth Finger,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Derrick May,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Divine Comedy,
Rufus Thomas,
Rapeman,
Radio Birdman,
Dark Day,
Kerri Chandler,
Yaz,
Duran Duran,
Mars,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Slackers,
Warren Ellis,
The Star Department,
Maleditus Sound,
Jeru the Damaja,
cv313,
Cymande,
Porter Ricks,
Slave,
Blancmange,
Bob Dylan,
Vainqueur,
The Residents,
Sonny Sharrock,
Accadde A,
Nick Fraelich,
Rekid,
The Offenders,
Sun Ra,
David Axelrod,
The Sound,
The Young Rascals,
Pole,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
DJ Sneak,
Public Image Ltd.,
Qualms,
The Wake,
MDC,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.