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 Switzerland and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Deakin to the funk 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 The Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Remains,
The Index,
Iggy Pop,
Excepter,
Radio Birdman,
K-Klass,
The Fire Engines,
The Toasters,
Agitation Free,
Avey Tare,
Lalo Schifrin,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Hot Snakes,
Ronnie Foster,
Spandau Ballet,
Maurizio,
48th St. Collective,
New Order,
Magma,
Juan Atkins,
Lalann,
Aural Exciters,
Charles Mingus,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Half Japanese,
Gong,
Quadrant,
The Blackbyrds,
Maleditus Sound,
Cluster,
Radiohead,
Nas,
Derrick May,
Marmalade,
Gichy Dan,
Lower 48,
Mo-Dettes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Nico,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Terrestrial Tones,
Minnie Riperton,
Yazoo,
Echospace,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Guru Guru,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Subhumans,
Grey Daturas,
Scrapy,
a-ha,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Darondo,
Camberwell Now,
Lou Christie,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.