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 Saudi Arabia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 chamberlin 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 The Pop Group to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
Interpol,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Camouflage,
Bad Manners,
Black Flag,
The Star Department,
E-Dancer,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pere Ubu,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Drive Like Jehu,
Underground Resistance,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Tres Demented,
DJ Sneak,
Surgeon,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Main Source,
Radiohead,
Bush Tetras,
The Offenders,
Cymande,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kerri Chandler,
Nas,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kayak,
Cecil Taylor,
Fela Kuti,
Gang Green,
Wire,
Rosa Yemen,
Ultimate Spinach,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Animal Collective,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rakim,
The Modern Lovers,
Masters at Work,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The J.B.'s,
The Litter,
DJ Style,
Moebius,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Fugs,
Deepchord,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lou Reed,
Rapeman,
The Happenings,
Todd Rundgren,
Procol Harum,
Anthony Braxton,
Harmonia,
Sexual Harrassment,
Crash Course in Science,
Sixth Finger,
Massinfluence,
Davy DMX,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.