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 Algeria and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 Paris and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 Nas to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
One Last Wish,
Index,
Public Image Ltd.,
Anthony Braxton,
World's Most,
Cybotron,
JFA,
The Slits,
Erykah Badu,
Marshall Jefferson,
Slick Rick,
kango's stein massive,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Q and Not U,
Tears for Fears,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Happenings,
Eurythmics,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Qualms,
Piero Umiliani,
Television,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Eric B and Rakim,
Blossom Toes,
Essential Logic,
The Busters,
Moby Grape,
Davy DMX,
Liliput,
The Moody Blues,
Nils Olav,
Jerry's Kids,
These Immortal Souls,
Mantronix,
the Soft Cell,
Masters at Work,
Mandrill,
Traffic Nightmare,
Harmonia,
Janne Schatter,
The Monks,
Boredoms,
Danielle Patucci,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Smiths,
Unwound,
The Moleskins,
Oblivians,
The Slackers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Count Five,
Lightning Bolt,
Bill Near,
Bush Tetras,
cv313,
Arab on Radar,
L. Decosne,
Amazonics,
Trumans Water,
Crash Course in Science,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.