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 Palau and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 theremin 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 Tom Boy to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
Niagra,
Letta Mbulu,
Nick Fraelich,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Tubeway Army,
The Walker Brothers,
Man Parrish,
Tim Buckley,
JFA,
Derrick May,
New York Dolls,
Godley & Creme,
Ultra Naté,
The Mojo Men,
Danielle Patucci,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Fuzztones,
Loose Ends,
Pagans,
Intrusion,
Ornette Coleman,
Gil Scott Heron,
Donny Hathaway,
Moebius,
Yazoo,
The Slits,
Scrapy,
Shoche,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sandy B,
EPMD,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Mantronix,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Black Flag,
T. Rex,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Scan 7,
Fad Gadget,
Junior Murvin,
48th St. Collective,
H. Thieme,
Popol Vuh,
The Stooges,
The Cowsills,
Yellowson,
Subhumans,
Camberwell Now,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Laurel Aitken,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Birthday Party,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Searchers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Doobie Brothers,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rakim, Rakim, Rakim, Rakim.
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.