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 Serbia and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Wire to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Monolake,
MDC,
The Smoke,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Deakin,
Mad Mike,
R.M.O.,
Rotary Connection,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Public Enemy,
Index,
Camberwell Now,
Surgeon,
The Residents,
Wasted Youth,
Depeche Mode,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ralphi Rosario,
Carl Craig,
Arcadia,
Cymande,
The Leaves,
the Soft Cell,
Don Cherry,
the Swans,
Curtis Mayfield,
Donny Hathaway,
Todd Rundgren,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Agent Orange,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
FM Einheit,
H. Thieme,
Prince Buster,
Dorothy Ashby,
Eden Ahbez,
Scratch Acid,
June of 44,
Brick,
Japan,
Suburban Knight,
Wally Richardson,
Brothers Johnson,
Negative Approach,
Funkadelic,
Bauhaus,
Jacques Brel,
Absolute Body Control,
Vainqueur,
The Doors,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Eddi Front,
Metal Thangz,
Drexciya,
The Fall,
Talk Talk,
Gastr Del Sol,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.