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 Kyrgyzstan and from Delhi.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 mellotron 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 The Toasters to the electroclash 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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
Avey Tare,
Accadde A,
Tom Boy,
The Names,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Joey Negro,
Yellowson,
Blossom Toes,
Clear Light,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Music Machine,
The Evens,
Kayak,
Khruangbin,
Max Romeo,
Pylon,
Pierre Henry,
The Red Krayola,
Inner City,
the Slits,
Theoretical Girls,
the Germs,
Alice Coltrane,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
John Holt,
Little Man,
Bronski Beat,
The Fugs,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Swell Maps,
The Litter,
Gregory Isaacs,
Wolf Eyes,
Chrome,
Masters at Work,
Neil Young,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Barracudas,
Bobby Byrd,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Techniques,
Traffic Nightmare,
Barry Ungar,
The Last Poets,
Public Image Ltd.,
Soft Cell,
Donald Byrd,
Negative Approach,
John Cale,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Stooges,
Trumans Water,
Lungfish,
Main Source,
Japan,
The Fortunes,
Scion,
China Crisis,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell.
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.