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 Bahrain and from Taipei.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Soft Machine to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
Jandek,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Five Americans,
Ice-T,
Wally Richardson,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Kinks,
Public Enemy,
the Slits,
Echospace,
Spoonie Gee,
Howard Jones,
Inner City,
Frankie Knuckles,
Delta 5,
MC5,
Panda Bear,
Michelle Simonal,
T.S.O.L.,
DJ Style,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Deakin,
Jawbox,
Talk Talk,
Agitation Free,
Pere Ubu,
The Trojans,
Funky Four + One,
Eddi Front,
The Toasters,
The Monks,
Brass Construction,
Saccharine Trust,
The American Breed,
Crime,
Bad Manners,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Camouflage,
Colin Newman,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Stetsasonic,
Harry Pussy,
Grandmaster Flash,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Tommy Roe,
the Normal,
The Evens,
Marc Almond,
Jacques Brel,
Jeru the Damaja,
New Age Steppers,
Rufus Thomas,
Lungfish,
Donald Byrd,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gabor Szabo,
The Durutti Column,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.