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 Malawi and from Salvador.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Columbus.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Eric B and Rakim to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas 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 clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
Babytalk,
The Index,
Toni Rubio,
The Flesh Eaters,
Y Pants,
Sandy B,
June of 44,
Nation of Ulysses,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Stockholm Monsters,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Aaron Thompson,
Gang of Four,
Roxette,
Little Man,
Rites of Spring,
Buzzcocks,
E-Dancer,
Faust,
Sam Rivers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sexual Harrassment,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Swans,
Pantaleimon,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Fugs,
The Fire Engines,
Hasil Adkins,
Whodini,
Scientists,
Vladislav Delay,
UT,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Cybotron,
Alton Ellis,
Charles Mingus,
Marvin Gaye,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Selecter,
Brothers Johnson,
Harry Pussy,
Bob Dylan,
Intrusion,
T.S.O.L.,
Michelle Simonal,
The American Breed,
Anthony Braxton,
Radiopuhelimet,
Unrelated Segments,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sparks,
Tommy Roe,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Byron Stingily,
Susan Cadogan,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.