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 Ethiopia and from Cairo.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Slick Rick to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
Little Man,
Slick Rick,
Ossler,
MDC,
Letta Mbulu,
Scott Walker,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Techniques,
Judy Mowatt,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Can,
Archie Shepp,
Jawbox,
8 Eyed Spy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Quando Quango,
Arcadia,
Erykah Badu,
the Germs,
The Shadows of Knight,
Skaos,
U.S. Maple,
Skriet,
Hot Snakes,
Qualms,
Rufus Thomas,
Dawn Penn,
Althea and Donna,
MC5,
Amazonics,
The Offenders,
Black Flag,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Moody Blues,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Fire Engines,
Schoolly D,
Todd Terry,
Donald Byrd,
Kerri Chandler,
Bush Tetras,
Pantaleimon,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Mr. Review,
Quadrant,
Soul II Soul,
Fela Kuti,
Newcleus,
Rites of Spring,
Liliput,
New Order,
Outsiders,
Barry Ungar,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Dave Gahan,
Nas,
Brand Nubian,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Dirtbombs,
KRS-One,
Unwound,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.