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 Iraq 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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Quadrant to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
Pylon,
Byron Stingily,
Josef K,
The Victims,
The Count Five,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
a-ha,
Malaria!,
Mad Mike,
Main Source,
The J.B.'s,
Skriet,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Drexciya,
Motorama,
Frankie Knuckles,
Fatback Band,
Maurizio,
Curtis Mayfield,
Silicon Teens,
These Immortal Souls,
Boredoms,
Qualms,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Fad Gadget,
New Age Steppers,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Searchers,
The Monochrome Set,
Sugar Minott,
Steve Hackett,
Bluetip,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
A Certain Ratio,
Moss Icon,
Model 500,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Wally Richardson,
Donald Byrd,
Absolute Body Control,
the Sonics,
David Axelrod,
The Vogues,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Don Cherry,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Aural Exciters,
Negative Approach,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Moebius,
Monolake,
The Detroit Cobras,
Donny Hathaway,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bobby Sherman,
The Trojans,
L. Decosne,
The United States of America,
X-Ray Spex,
The Buckinghams,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.