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 Tunisia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 spring reverb 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 Frankie Knuckles to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
Nas,
The Fugs,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Alarm Clocks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ohio Players,
The Dead C,
Ralphi Rosario,
La Düsseldorf,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Talk Talk,
Echospace,
Television,
Cluster,
Traffic Nightmare,
Minor Threat,
Jeff Mills,
Warren Ellis,
Unrelated Segments,
Black Sheep,
Fat Boys,
Panda Bear,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Marmalade,
Ituana,
Camberwell Now,
Negative Approach,
Wings,
The Doobie Brothers,
Man Eating Sloth,
Derrick May,
Amon Düül,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gichy Dan,
Sound Behaviour,
Bush Tetras,
Piero Umiliani,
Visage,
Stereo Dub,
Rosa Yemen,
New York Dolls,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ornette Coleman,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Todd Rundgren,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Fortunes,
The Red Krayola,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Golliwogs,
Sonny Sharrock,
Barbara Tucker,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
David Axelrod,
Donny Hathaway,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ponytail,
The Happenings,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.