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 Ivory Coast and from Shanghai.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Blake Baxter to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skaos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
Saccharine Trust,
Q and Not U,
Nas,
The Remains,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
One Last Wish,
Davy DMX,
Barbara Tucker,
U.S. Maple,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Blues Magoos,
Throbbing Gristle,
Terry Callier,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lyres,
Symarip,
Faraquet,
The Leaves,
Arthur Verocai,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
the Swans,
The Black Dice,
Fad Gadget,
The Saints,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Simply Red,
Monks,
Iggy Pop,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Blossom Toes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Fela Kuti,
Drexciya,
Connie Case,
The New Christs,
Unrelated Segments,
Charles Mingus,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jeff Mills,
Andrew Hill,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Cramps,
The Offenders,
Minutemen,
Massinfluence,
The Cure,
Half Japanese,
Country Teasers,
Inner City,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Slick Rick,
Black Pus,
Average White Band,
Porter Ricks,
Idris Muhammad,
Pet Shop Boys,
Stockholm Monsters,
Icehouse,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.