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 Czech Republic and from New York.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Barry Ungar to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reuben Wilson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Toasters,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Nick Fraelich,
The Techniques,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
John Foxx,
Bill Wells,
Harry Pussy,
Danielle Patucci,
Hardrive,
Reuben Wilson,
Morten Harket,
Deakin,
Jesper Dahlback,
Easy Going,
Marc Almond,
Lindisfarne,
Aloha Tigers,
Flash Fearless,
The Litter,
Derrick May,
The Mummies,
Liliput,
Robert Hood,
Barry Ungar,
Rosa Yemen,
Jandek,
The Slackers,
Cheater Slicks,
Erykah Badu,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Warsaw,
Mary Jane Girls,
Thompson Twins,
Intrusion,
Byron Stingily,
Godley & Creme,
Silicon Teens,
Nico,
K-Klass,
Max Romeo,
Model 500,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Crispian St. Peters,
PIL,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Arcadia,
Echospace,
F. McDonald,
Banda Bassotti,
Roy Ayers,
The Five Americans,
Cameo,
Wings,
Simply Red,
The Velvet Underground,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.