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 Togo 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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Model 500 to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Gladiators,
Connie Case,
Depeche Mode,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Anthony Braxton,
Pantaleimon,
Deadbeat,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Michelle Simonal,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Spoonie Gee,
the Normal,
DJ Sneak,
Joe Finger,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ponytail,
Jeru the Damaja,
David Axelrod,
the Swans,
Outsiders,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Donny Hathaway,
The Moody Blues,
Gong,
Warsaw,
Banda Bassotti,
Gil Scott Heron,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Shoche,
The Grass Roots,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Public Image Ltd.,
Q65,
Cluster,
Japan,
Niagra,
Skriet,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gregory Isaacs,
Au Pairs,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Minny Pops,
Wire,
E-Dancer,
U.S. Maple,
Pere Ubu,
Robert Görl,
Interpol,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Saccharine Trust,
EPMD,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Saints,
The Zeros,
Infiniti,
Liliput,
X-101,
Piero Umiliani,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.