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 Seychelles and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Stereo Dub to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
Joyce Sims,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Marshall Jefferson,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ralphi Rosario,
Nick Fraelich,
Spoonie Gee,
Grandmaster Flash,
Laurel Aitken,
Eric B and Rakim,
Cheater Slicks,
Lou Reed,
Bobby Byrd,
Roy Ayers,
The Monks,
Gabor Szabo,
Godley & Creme,
X-101,
Main Source,
Inner City,
Das Ding,
Blossom Toes,
Bobby Sherman,
Wings,
Stereo Dub,
The Star Department,
Stockholm Monsters,
Massinfluence,
Rekid,
Alphaville,
Archie Shepp,
Anthony Braxton,
Cal Tjader,
Ultra Naté,
Reagan Youth,
The Golliwogs,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Matthew Bourne,
Make Up,
Avey Tare,
Boz Scaggs,
JFA,
Los Fastidios,
The Misunderstood,
Junior Murvin,
Cecil Taylor,
Black Flag,
Wire,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Agent Orange,
Average White Band,
Drive Like Jehu,
Brass Construction,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Aloha Tigers,
The Cowsills,
New Order,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Gories,
This Heat,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.