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 Singapore 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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Spokane.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 Avey Tare to the techno 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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Litter,
The Monochrome Set,
The Divine Comedy,
Shoche,
Radio Birdman,
a-ha,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lightning Bolt,
Monks,
Harry Pussy,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ornette Coleman,
Theoretical Girls,
Susan Cadogan,
The Gladiators,
E-Dancer,
The Associates,
Lalann,
Motorama,
The Happenings,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Curtis Mayfield,
Thee Headcoats,
Steve Hackett,
Henry Cow,
CMW,
Saccharine Trust,
Jeff Mills,
Ten City,
The Doors,
Big Daddy Kane,
Guru Guru,
Camouflage,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Agitation Free,
FM Einheit,
The Blackbyrds,
Matthew Bourne,
Camberwell Now,
Alice Coltrane,
Fluxion,
The Dead C,
David Bowie,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Maleditus Sound,
Kas Product,
The Saints,
Kurtis Blow,
June of 44,
The Motions,
The Gories,
Erykah Badu,
The Gun Club,
Freddie Wadling,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gregory Isaacs,
Piero Umiliani,
Q and Not U,
Rapeman,
Inner City,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.