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 Burkina and from Lagos.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Kerri Chandler to the grunge 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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
The Zeros,
Girls At Our Best!,
Archie Shepp,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Skarface,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lee Hazlewood,
Adolescents,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Selecter,
Simply Red,
Sällskapet,
Alton Ellis,
Bluetip,
Rakim,
the Human League,
L. Decosne,
Marvin Gaye,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Slits,
Carl Craig,
Wasted Youth,
The American Breed,
Mandrill,
La Düsseldorf,
Sugar Minott,
Brothers Johnson,
UT,
Minny Pops,
The Victims,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Nils Olav,
The Busters,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Associates,
The Electric Prunes,
Livin' Joy,
Scott Walker,
Warren Ellis,
The Dead C,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Blues Magoos,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Desert Stars,
Joy Division,
New Age Steppers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Nico,
Prince Buster,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Cramps,
Siglo XX,
The Wake,
Grey Daturas,
Blancmange,
Radio Birdman,
Section 25,
Easy Going,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.