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 Sierra Leone and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 clarinet 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 Youth Brigade to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images 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 a snare and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Urselle,
Sonic Youth,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Howard Jones,
Sun Ra,
Ludus,
Pulsallama,
Chrome,
Sparks,
Joe Finger,
K-Klass,
Ohio Players,
JFA,
The Skatalites,
Marshall Jefferson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Wings,
The Real Kids,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kaleidoscope,
DJ Sneak,
Tommy Roe,
Pylon,
The Techniques,
Icehouse,
Fear,
The Gap Band,
Gang Green,
Eric B and Rakim,
Surgeon,
The Divine Comedy,
Rhythm & Sound,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bootsy Collins,
Hot Snakes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Barclay James Harvest,
Nik Kershaw,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Fuzztones,
Cybotron,
Inner City,
Ossler,
AZ,
Soft Machine,
Public Enemy,
DNA,
The Saints,
Theoretical Girls,
Gong,
The Dirtbombs,
Skarface,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Nirvana,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.