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 South Africa and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Kool Moe Dee to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dirtbombs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Selecter,
The Moleskins,
X-102,
Schoolly D,
Harry Pussy,
Organ,
Pantytec,
Steve Hackett,
Cheater Slicks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Crispy Ambulance,
Joey Negro,
Grauzone,
Black Bananas,
Hoover,
Mad Mike,
Stiv Bators,
Rotary Connection,
Tubeway Army,
8 Eyed Spy,
Aaron Thompson,
John Foxx,
Man Eating Sloth,
Patti Smith,
PIL,
Banda Bassotti,
Matthew Halsall,
Lou Christie,
Khruangbin,
Prince Buster,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sugar Minott,
Tres Demented,
Toni Rubio,
Leonard Cohen,
Peter & Gordon,
Ralphi Rosario,
Fort Wilson Riot,
DNA,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Porter Ricks,
Cal Tjader,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Tremeloes,
The Toasters,
Terry Callier,
H. Thieme,
Suburban Knight,
Q and Not U,
Brothers Johnson,
The Kinks,
This Heat,
Panda Bear,
New Age Steppers,
The Associates,
Minor Threat,
Man Parrish,
Supertramp,
Avey Tare,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Parry Music,
Magma,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.