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 Kenya and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 snare 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 Dorothy Ashby to the techno 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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
Masters at Work,
Prince Buster,
Scion,
Depeche Mode,
The Gladiators,
Thompson Twins,
Jimmy McGriff,
The American Breed,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Au Pairs,
Television,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rod Modell,
The Index,
Cameo,
Silicon Teens,
Pantytec,
Sixth Finger,
Sexual Harrassment,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Todd Terry,
Babytalk,
Bobby Sherman,
The Cramps,
Bluetip,
Stereo Dub,
Ten City,
the Slits,
Maleditus Sound,
Eric Copeland,
The Detroit Cobras,
X-Ray Spex,
Eric B and Rakim,
Juan Atkins,
Slave,
Rosa Yemen,
AZ,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Avey Tare,
Deakin,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Glambeats Corp.,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Swell Maps,
ABC,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Dead C,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
R.M.O.,
Mary Jane Girls,
Mad Mike,
The Blues Magoos,
The Zeros,
Joey Negro,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sex Pistols,
MC5,
Lou Reed,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.