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 Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Eurythmics to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy 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 punk 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 guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
Lou Christie,
Prince Buster,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Surgeon,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
KRS-One,
Aloha Tigers,
Mary Jane Girls,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bang On A Can,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Fire Engines,
Robert Görl,
Ponytail,
Letta Mbulu,
Rosa Yemen,
Desert Stars,
The Zeros,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Q and Not U,
The Gories,
Suicide,
Wally Richardson,
UT,
Joy Division,
Peter and Kerry,
Bush Tetras,
Dawn Penn,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Raincoats,
DJ Style,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Marmalade,
Man Parrish,
Davy DMX,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rotary Connection,
Joensuu 1685,
Massinfluence,
David Bowie,
Harry Pussy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Youth Brigade,
Bluetip,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Busters,
Yazoo,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kayak,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Eddi Front,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Funky Four + One,
Sixth Finger,
Y Pants,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Yaz,
Bobby Womack,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rhythm & Sound,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.