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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 48th St. Collective to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
Stetsasonic,
Franke,
Alison Limerick,
Gang Green,
Cluster,
K-Klass,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sister Nancy,
Young Marble Giants,
The Invisible,
48th St. Collective,
Donny Hathaway,
Lalann,
Bizarre Inc.,
Johnny Osbourne,
Crispy Ambulance,
Q and Not U,
Man Eating Sloth,
Desert Stars,
Jandek,
the Germs,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jawbox,
Grauzone,
The Seeds,
The Move,
Echospace,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kaleidoscope,
Eli Mardock,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Grey Daturas,
Crash Course in Science,
Surgeon,
Unwound,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Patti Smith,
Toni Rubio,
Easy Going,
China Crisis,
the Human League,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ken Boothe,
Outsiders,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Funkadelic,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Fire Engines,
Peter and Kerry,
LL Cool J,
Arthur Verocai,
Pylon,
Fluxion,
Scientists,
Hoover,
Warren Ellis,
John Lydon,
Blake Baxter,
Metal Thangz,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Angels of Light,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.