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 Vietnam 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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Donald Byrd to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Traffic Nightmare,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Associates,
Amazonics,
Banda Bassotti,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Absolute Body Control,
Oneida,
the Swans,
Althea and Donna,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Deepchord,
Ossler,
John Holt,
Qualms,
Kayak,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
John Lydon,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Laurel Aitken,
Roxy Music,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Shoche,
Urselle,
Agitation Free,
Matthew Bourne,
Be Bop Deluxe,
X-102,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Al Stewart,
Flipper,
Bobby Byrd,
The Gories,
Howard Jones,
E-Dancer,
Stockholm Monsters,
Throbbing Gristle,
Yazoo,
Soulsonic Force,
Wire,
Michelle Simonal,
Ultravox,
Tropical Tobacco,
New Order,
The New Christs,
The Walker Brothers,
Scion,
Boredoms,
Neu!,
Dark Day,
The Blackbyrds,
The Fuzztones,
The Cramps,
The Doobie Brothers,
Deadbeat,
Arthur Verocai,
Public Enemy,
Faust,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Animal Collective,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.