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 Denmark and from New York.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Goldenarms to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ultra Naté,
The Wake,
Agent Orange,
These Immortal Souls,
Clear Light,
Malaria!,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bobby Sherman,
Japan,
The Index,
X-101,
Cheater Slicks,
Pulsallama,
The United States of America,
Kerri Chandler,
Intrusion,
The Sound,
Qualms,
Joensuu 1685,
Josef K,
Sam Rivers,
Bobby Womack,
Junior Murvin,
Chris & Cosey,
Amon Düül II,
Minor Threat,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Tom Boy,
Tropical Tobacco,
Interpol,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Grass Roots,
Fluxion,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Blossom Toes,
Crash Course in Science,
Marine Girls,
Basic Channel,
Man Eating Sloth,
Donny Hathaway,
Mo-Dettes,
The Motions,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Los Fastidios,
Inner City,
the Bar-Kays,
Davy DMX,
The Vogues,
Talk Talk,
Harry Pussy,
Soulsonic Force,
The Mummies,
Wasted Youth,
The Leaves,
a-ha,
The Toasters,
Janne Schatter,
Cal Tjader,
Sun Ra,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.