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 Hungary and from Shanghai.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
The Sisters of Mercy,
New Age Steppers,
Swans,
Laurel Aitken,
Arab on Radar,
Swell Maps,
Kevin Saunderson,
MDC,
John Coltrane,
Faraquet,
Tomorrow,
Monks,
James White and The Blacks,
L. Decosne,
10cc,
Marmalade,
Bobby Byrd,
Make Up,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Graham Central Station,
Wally Richardson,
Surgeon,
Porter Ricks,
Malaria!,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Carl Craig,
Soul Sonic Force,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Blues Magoos,
Radiohead,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Siglo XX,
Gang of Four,
Yaz,
Lakeside,
Ohio Players,
Vainqueur,
Rakim,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Birthday Party,
Infiniti,
Au Pairs,
Fatback Band,
Wasted Youth,
Anthony Braxton,
Nico,
The Techniques,
Bill Wells,
Rapeman,
Harmonia,
The Flesh Eaters,
Public Enemy,
Tears for Fears,
Eve St. Jones,
Deepchord,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.