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 Panama and from Accra.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
Los Fastidios,
The Star Department,
Schoolly D,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
48th St. Collective,
Trumans Water,
The Doobie Brothers,
Simply Red,
Drexciya,
The Moleskins,
Stetsasonic,
Newcleus,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
kango's stein massive,
The Seeds,
Sun Ra,
the Germs,
Pussy Galore,
Moss Icon,
Jeff Lynne,
Gang Green,
Radio Birdman,
Idris Muhammad,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sandy B,
Rotary Connection,
Letta Mbulu,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Qualms,
Guru Guru,
Lee Hazlewood,
Animal Collective,
Inner City,
Donny Hathaway,
Bill Wells,
Nick Fraelich,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Nico,
The Kinks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
DJ Style,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Roxy Music,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Stereo Dub,
The Fall,
Charles Mingus,
Rakim,
The Raincoats,
The Gories,
Mission of Burma,
Subhumans,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Selecter,
The Happenings,
The Five Americans,
Eli Mardock,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Japan,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.