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 Egypt and from Portland.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 güiro 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 Michelle Simonal to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
Gang Starr,
Barrington Levy,
Roger Hodgson,
Don Cherry,
Hasil Adkins,
Black Pus,
The Detroit Cobras,
Quantec,
X-101,
Harpers Bizarre,
Letta Mbulu,
Eden Ahbez,
Subhumans,
Dorothy Ashby,
Motorama,
The Moleskins,
Lou Christie,
Ossler,
Bootsy Collins,
Fluxion,
The Real Kids,
Brand Nubian,
James White and The Blacks,
Colin Newman,
The Standells,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Busters,
Jesper Dahlback,
Slick Rick,
Bronski Beat,
The Associates,
Rosa Yemen,
The Moody Blues,
Juan Atkins,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Neon Judgement,
The Grass Roots,
Sparks,
Darondo,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Roxette,
Rapeman,
Rekid,
The Mojo Men,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lindisfarne,
Grauzone,
The Pop Group,
Magazine,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Sound,
The Birthday Party,
Inner City,
Roxy Music,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.