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 Malawi and from Cairo.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Jawbox to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
Lungfish,
Urselle,
Suicide,
Nas,
Bobby Sherman,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sex Pistols,
The Cosmic Jokers,
In Retrospect,
Pulsallama,
Arcadia,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Flesh Eaters,
Skaos,
Arab on Radar,
Peter and Kerry,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Pretty Things,
Prince Buster,
Nik Kershaw,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
the Swans,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pantytec,
Sound Behaviour,
T.S.O.L.,
Blossom Toes,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Music Machine,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Newcleus,
FM Einheit,
CMW,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Royal Trux,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ohio Players,
Traffic Nightmare,
World's Most,
Moss Icon,
Audionom,
H. Thieme,
Bizarre Inc.,
Supertramp,
The American Breed,
Zero Boys,
Sandy B,
Fela Kuti,
Rufus Thomas,
Easy Going,
Delon & Dalcan,
Harmonia,
Groovy Waters,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sugar Minott,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.