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 Slovakia and from Houston.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 snare 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 Minutemen to the crunk 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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
The Smiths,
Symarip,
Drexciya,
Derrick May,
Ossler,
Accadde A,
Q65,
Second Layer,
Freddie Wadling,
Black Pus,
Skriet,
Mary Jane Girls,
Eden Ahbez,
Sister Nancy,
DJ Sneak,
Reuben Wilson,
Half Japanese,
Shoche,
The Cowsills,
Supertramp,
Unrelated Segments,
Alison Limerick,
Quantec,
Scott Walker,
T.S.O.L.,
Eddi Front,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
cv313,
Brass Construction,
The Kinks,
Section 25,
Blake Baxter,
Silicon Teens,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Barrington Levy,
Sam Rivers,
Motorama,
Kerrie Biddell,
Hoover,
Roxy Music,
Lungfish,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Andrew Hill,
The Move,
Royal Trux,
The Beau Brummels,
Fat Boys,
Laurel Aitken,
Lyres,
Crime,
John Coltrane,
This Heat,
Rekid,
The Dead C,
Gang of Four,
Letta Mbulu,
Anakelly,
Donny Hathaway,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
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.