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 Turkmenistan and from Tehran.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Eric B and Rakim to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Iggy Pop,
Stetsasonic,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Martian,
The Offenders,
Youth Brigade,
Chris & Cosey,
Porter Ricks,
Ituana,
Lindisfarne,
Jesper Dahlback,
Oblivians,
Black Sheep,
Marine Girls,
Con Funk Shun,
Masters at Work,
D'Angelo,
Altered Images,
Loose Ends,
Q and Not U,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Scratch Acid,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Barry Ungar,
Siglo XX,
Idris Muhammad,
The Dirtbombs,
The Slackers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
CMW,
Jacob Miller,
Judy Mowatt,
cv313,
Lalo Schifrin,
Liliput,
Dark Day,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Yazoo,
Amazonics,
James White and The Blacks,
Unwound,
Icehouse,
Matthew Halsall,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Howard Jones,
Simply Red,
Hot Snakes,
The Standells,
Agitation Free,
Monolake,
Eric Copeland,
Alison Limerick,
The Raincoats,
Robert Görl,
Kenny Larkin,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Fugs,
Metal Thangz,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.