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 Tonga and from Columbus.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 MDC to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick 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 sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Whodini,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pere Ubu,
Brand Nubian,
Oneida,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Robert Wyatt,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Eden Ahbez,
Morten Harket,
Excepter,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jesper Dahlback,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bobby Byrd,
Pylon,
Wings,
Japan,
Ossler,
Pet Shop Boys,
Don Cherry,
Godley & Creme,
The Walker Brothers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lalann,
Moebius,
Wolf Eyes,
Howard Jones,
Soft Machine,
the Normal,
Public Enemy,
Judy Mowatt,
Grey Daturas,
Roy Ayers,
Kool Moe Dee,
Tommy Roe,
Big Daddy Kane,
Spandau Ballet,
New Order,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Carl Craig,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ultravox,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Boredoms,
Joey Negro,
Derrick Morgan,
Make Up,
Crash Course in Science,
La Düsseldorf,
Josef K,
Arthur Verocai,
Jerry's Kids,
Kurtis Blow,
The Golliwogs,
Ludus,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Circle Jerks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.