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 Rwanda and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Tokyo.
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 guitar 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 The Skatalites to the disco 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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes 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 synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
The Electric Prunes,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
X-Ray Spex,
Wally Richardson,
Siglo XX,
Joy Division,
FM Einheit,
Joey Negro,
Grandmaster Flash,
Stockholm Monsters,
Moby Grape,
Darondo,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Albert Ayler,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Funkadelic,
The Alarm Clocks,
B.T. Express,
Faust,
Supertramp,
Vladislav Delay,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Moody Blues,
The Busters,
Jeff Mills,
Lou Reed,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kerrie Biddell,
Dennis Brown,
Urselle,
The Litter,
Drexciya,
Intrusion,
Easy Going,
The Red Krayola,
Howard Jones,
The Divine Comedy,
Organ,
Animal Collective,
Ossler,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pylon,
Bush Tetras,
Royal Trux,
Fear,
Liliput,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lucky Dragons,
Underground Resistance,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The American Breed,
Country Teasers,
The Saints,
Sam Rivers,
Loose Ends,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Aaron Thompson,
F. McDonald,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sugar Minott,
Aural Exciters,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.