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 Burundi and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Chris Corsano to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
Funky Four + One,
DJ Style,
Marc Almond,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Fuzztones,
Slick Rick,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jandek,
Desert Stars,
Joensuu 1685,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bobby Sherman,
Gastr Del Sol,
Todd Terry,
Glambeats Corp.,
X-Ray Spex,
Althea and Donna,
Fluxion,
Wolf Eyes,
The J.B.'s,
The Leaves,
Ituana,
Gang of Four,
Malaria!,
Arthur Verocai,
Black Moon,
The Moody Blues,
Alphaville,
The Seeds,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sun City Girls,
China Crisis,
Erasure,
Scott Walker,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Mad Mike,
Godley & Creme,
The Invisible,
Goldenarms,
Scrapy,
Marine Girls,
The Zeros,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Minor Threat,
Half Japanese,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Boredoms,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Echospace,
Absolute Body Control,
Funkadelic,
Charles Mingus,
The Knickerbockers,
The American Breed,
Mantronix,
Procol Harum,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Deadbeat,
Amazonics,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.