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 Nepal and from Glasgow.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 chamberlin 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 Prince Buster to the funk 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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
Aswad,
The Stooges,
B.T. Express,
Jeff Mills,
Tubeway Army,
Ice-T,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Newcleus,
Magma,
Lebanon Hanover,
Blake Baxter,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gang of Four,
Rufus Thomas,
Oneida,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sugar Minott,
Jeru the Damaja,
Camberwell Now,
The Fugs,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
New Order,
Basic Channel,
Kas Product,
Prince Buster,
Porter Ricks,
Mars,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Black Sheep,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Magazine,
The Monochrome Set,
Babytalk,
Isaac Hayes,
Fluxion,
Camouflage,
The Angels of Light,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Steve Hackett,
H. Thieme,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Birthday Party,
Vladislav Delay,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Erykah Badu,
Technova,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Cowsills,
The Real Kids,
Stiv Bators,
Howard Jones,
Ken Boothe,
PIL,
The Gap Band,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Smog,
Eli Mardock,
The Dave Clark Five,
Wolf Eyes,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.