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 Uruguay and from Madrid.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 linndrum 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 The Skatalites to the electroclash 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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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 Litter,
Idris Muhammad,
Soul II Soul,
Guru Guru,
Fela Kuti,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Walker Brothers,
Sun Ra,
Subhumans,
L. Decosne,
8 Eyed Spy,
Davy DMX,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Wolf Eyes,
Susan Cadogan,
New Order,
Skriet,
Livin' Joy,
Man Eating Sloth,
Juan Atkins,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Wake,
U.S. Maple,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Marmalade,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Eddi Front,
The Monochrome Set,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Offenders,
Slick Rick,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gregory Isaacs,
One Last Wish,
Robert Görl,
Adolescents,
Cal Tjader,
Joe Finger,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Peter & Gordon,
The Fugs,
X-Ray Spex,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kerri Chandler,
Tears for Fears,
Shoche,
Ronnie Foster,
Freddie Wadling,
Ossler,
World's Most,
Sonic Youth,
Bob Dylan,
Little Man,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Fortunes,
The Mummies,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.