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 Rwanda and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 808 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
Altered Images,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Negative Approach,
Index,
Ituana,
The Angels of Light,
The Velvet Underground,
Chris & Cosey,
Young Marble Giants,
Rosa Yemen,
Joey Negro,
Crooked Eye,
Drexciya,
The Sisters of Mercy,
DJ Sneak,
Nick Fraelich,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Associates,
Matthew Bourne,
The Gap Band,
Bob Dylan,
Essential Logic,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The United States of America,
Smog,
Bill Near,
Ten City,
Neil Young,
The Electric Prunes,
Gang Green,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Saints,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Joy Division,
Von Mondo,
Porter Ricks,
Gang of Four,
The Fortunes,
Sugar Minott,
Slave,
The Leaves,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Stereo Dub,
The Slackers,
Sonic Youth,
Arthur Verocai,
Panda Bear,
Bobby Sherman,
Khruangbin,
Barry Ungar,
Joyce Sims,
Pantytec,
The Happenings,
The Trojans,
Delta 5,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Wolf Eyes,
Metal Thangz,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.