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 Israel and from Portland.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the 808 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 Half Japanese to the rap 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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
Todd Terry,
Prince Buster,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Doors,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Black Dice,
Urselle,
Pet Shop Boys,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Basic Channel,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sight & Sound,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Martian,
Black Moon,
B.T. Express,
Tears for Fears,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Swell Maps,
F. McDonald,
The Gladiators,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Althea and Donna,
The Dirtbombs,
Average White Band,
Nils Olav,
Mr. Review,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Big Daddy Kane,
Underground Resistance,
Public Enemy,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rotary Connection,
Fad Gadget,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Suburban Knight,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sugar Minott,
The Detroit Cobras,
Matthew Halsall,
the Association,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Zero Boys,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Banda Bassotti,
Davy DMX,
Motorama,
Cymande,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Motions,
The Neon Judgement,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Joe Finger,
Parry Music,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.