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 Argentina and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Sao Paulo.
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 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 Todd Terry to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Fugs. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
Gong,
A Flock of Seagulls,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Godley & Creme,
Japan,
48th St. Collective,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bang On A Can,
The Five Americans,
The Neon Judgement,
The Martian,
Wings,
Toni Rubio,
Matthew Bourne,
ABC,
Roxy Music,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
UT,
Procol Harum,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Cure,
Drexciya,
Masters at Work,
The Blues Magoos,
Unwound,
Moby Grape,
The Barracudas,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ituana,
Make Up,
Crime,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Blackbyrds,
Joy Division,
Suburban Knight,
The Fall,
EPMD,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Danielle Patucci,
Eric Copeland,
Alison Limerick,
Absolute Body Control,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Parry Music,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Urselle,
Tears for Fears,
New Age Steppers,
Pere Ubu,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Nils Olav,
The Raincoats,
Outsiders,
The Young Rascals,
La Düsseldorf,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Tommy Roe,
Dead Boys,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.