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 Hungary and from Manila.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sound Behaviour to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
EPMD,
Marvin Gaye,
Soft Machine,
Kevin Saunderson,
Laurel Aitken,
The Star Department,
Rosa Yemen,
U.S. Maple,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Essential Logic,
Blake Baxter,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Sound,
Nils Olav,
Banda Bassotti,
Sandy B,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
B.T. Express,
Parry Music,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Happenings,
Shoche,
Heaven 17,
Pagans,
Moebius,
Ultravox,
Glenn Branca,
Bauhaus,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pere Ubu,
New Age Steppers,
Khruangbin,
Barry Ungar,
Fatback Band,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Altered Images,
Simply Red,
Schoolly D,
Pole,
Sam Rivers,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Human League,
Cymande,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Moss Icon,
Iggy Pop,
Roy Ayers,
The Fire Engines,
Amazonics,
The Monochrome Set,
Warren Ellis,
The Remains,
Easy Going,
the Soft Cell,
Sällskapet,
Oneida,
David Axelrod,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.