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 Tunisia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Gang Gang Dance 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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yellowson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
John Holt,
Bobby Sherman,
U.S. Maple,
the Soft Cell,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Model 500,
Soft Machine,
Dawn Penn,
Thompson Twins,
John Lydon,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Barracudas,
John Coltrane,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Roxy Music,
Arthur Verocai,
Bush Tetras,
Boogie Down Productions,
Nas,
The Gun Club,
Fort Wilson Riot,
B.T. Express,
Moby Grape,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Max Romeo,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Mojo Men,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Litter,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bizarre Inc.,
New Age Steppers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Quantec,
Donny Hathaway,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Crooked Eye,
kango's stein massive,
This Heat,
OOIOO,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sight & Sound,
John Foxx,
Eric Copeland,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gabor Szabo,
The Kinks,
Albert Ayler,
Pagans,
Cluster,
The Dead C,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Dirtbombs,
Ossler,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Procol Harum,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.