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 Bahamas 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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the sitar 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 Pylon to the electroclash 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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
Fatback Band,
The Seeds,
Bobbi Humphrey,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Last Poets,
Absolute Body Control,
The Happenings,
The Remains,
Jeru the Damaja,
Grauzone,
Dual Sessions,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Nick Fraelich,
Ultra Naté,
Soft Cell,
Camouflage,
The Music Machine,
Dead Boys,
Tres Demented,
Symarip,
The Saints,
Cal Tjader,
The Invisible,
Dave Gahan,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rapeman,
Grey Daturas,
The Knickerbockers,
Freddie Wadling,
Banda Bassotti,
The Martian,
Japan,
Underground Resistance,
Tom Boy,
The Pop Group,
Lungfish,
Kevin Saunderson,
Niagra,
Suicide,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sällskapet,
Bill Wells,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
A Certain Ratio,
Harry Pussy,
Supertramp,
John Lydon,
Agent Orange,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Isaac Hayes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Tremeloes,
Goldenarms,
Mark Hollis,
K-Klass,
Traffic Nightmare,
AZ,
the Slits,
The Monochrome Set,
Kenny Larkin,
The Techniques,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
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.