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 Ivory Coast and from Lagos.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Nas to the grime 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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
Accadde A,
Ohio Players,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pagans,
Blake Baxter,
Second Layer,
Bang On A Can,
Marmalade,
The Durutti Column,
Joe Finger,
Letta Mbulu,
Swell Maps,
Supertramp,
Erykah Badu,
Alton Ellis,
Mary Jane Girls,
Eric Dolphy,
Visage,
Sällskapet,
Ponytail,
Nils Olav,
LL Cool J,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Livin' Joy,
Excepter,
Stockholm Monsters,
Surgeon,
Malaria!,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rotary Connection,
David Bowie,
The Busters,
The J.B.'s,
Scott Walker,
Shuggie Otis,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Infiniti,
Cheater Slicks,
Dual Sessions,
Spandau Ballet,
Darondo,
Q and Not U,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sixth Finger,
The Slits,
Country Teasers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Last Poets,
Roxette,
Model 500,
Bobby Byrd,
Rekid,
Scrapy,
Jeru the Damaja,
Cameo,
Deadbeat,
Ten City,
The Sound,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.