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 Kosovo and from Glasgow.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 EPMD to the electroclash 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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Harmonia,
Sam Rivers,
X-101,
Bill Near,
The Detroit Cobras,
Fela Kuti,
Hoover,
Alison Limerick,
The Raincoats,
The Last Poets,
Godley & Creme,
Icehouse,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gang Starr,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Remains,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Index,
Nils Olav,
Bang On A Can,
Bad Manners,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rosa Yemen,
Oneida,
The Martian,
the Germs,
Neu!,
New York Dolls,
Byron Stingily,
Black Bananas,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Massinfluence,
Stetsasonic,
Joey Negro,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kayak,
Brass Construction,
Babytalk,
Dorothy Ashby,
Buzzcocks,
James White and The Blacks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Mummies,
The Gladiators,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pet Shop Boys,
Skriet,
The Misunderstood,
Underground Resistance,
Lyres,
Bobby Sherman,
Magazine,
The Human League,
Cecil Taylor,
The Grass Roots,
Dark Day,
Ultra Naté,
Brick,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Roger Hodgson,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.