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 Jamaica and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the marimba 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 Radiopuhelimet to the electroclash 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
Bronski Beat,
Byron Stingily,
Symarip,
Robert Görl,
Section 25,
Dennis Brown,
Country Teasers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kayak,
Eddi Front,
The Skatalites,
Mr. Review,
Alton Ellis,
Pantytec,
Q and Not U,
Boredoms,
Darondo,
Jeff Mills,
Al Stewart,
Alice Coltrane,
the Association,
Tubeway Army,
Man Eating Sloth,
Radio Birdman,
Tropical Tobacco,
Graham Central Station,
Stereo Dub,
Kevin Saunderson,
Liliput,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Music Machine,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bang On A Can,
Deepchord,
Inner City,
Ituana,
Joe Smooth,
Marshall Jefferson,
X-101,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Tomorrow,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Dorothy Ashby,
Todd Terry,
Arcadia,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rites of Spring,
Alphaville,
Sight & Sound,
Sonny Sharrock,
Glambeats Corp.,
Junior Murvin,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Magma,
Eden Ahbez,
Soft Cell,
The Beau Brummels,
The Fall,
Roy Ayers,
Chris Corsano,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.