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 Albania and from Houston.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Evens to the punk 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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
The Moleskins,
Pantytec,
The Black Dice,
Echospace,
Colin Newman,
Bad Manners,
The Fuzztones,
Trumans Water,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bronski Beat,
Symarip,
Vladislav Delay,
Mr. Review,
Lakeside,
Black Moon,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Oblivians,
The Grass Roots,
Ralphi Rosario,
Marcia Griffiths,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ronan,
Shuggie Otis,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Black Sheep,
Boredoms,
Juan Atkins,
Agitation Free,
Skaos,
The Skatalites,
The Angels of Light,
The Busters,
Barclay James Harvest,
David Bowie,
Robert Görl,
The Mummies,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Accadde A,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Talk Talk,
Neu!,
48th St. Collective,
Desert Stars,
The J.B.'s,
Josef K,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Minnie Riperton,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
PIL,
the Sonics,
Idris Muhammad,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Electric Prunes,
ABC,
The Beau Brummels,
Babytalk,
Fugazi,
Kerri Chandler,
China Crisis,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.