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 Somalia and from Toronto.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 rhodes 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 Country Teasers to the electroclash 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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Thee Headcoats,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Henry Cow,
Circle Jerks,
Soul II Soul,
Yusef Lateef,
the Fania All-Stars,
Peter & Gordon,
Kerrie Biddell,
Heaven 17,
Outsiders,
Isaac Hayes,
The Misunderstood,
The Associates,
Sparks,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Prince Buster,
Liliput,
DNA,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jeff Mills,
Whodini,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Fatback Band,
The Techniques,
Goldenarms,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Visage,
Janne Schatter,
Bill Near,
Grauzone,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Swell Maps,
PIL,
Das Ding,
Smog,
The Mojo Men,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Wire,
Sex Pistols,
Marmalade,
Cybotron,
Cameo,
Bronski Beat,
The Trojans,
Thompson Twins,
Roy Ayers,
Marvin Gaye,
The Sound,
Lou Reed,
Terrestrial Tones,
New Age Steppers,
Lightning Bolt,
Q65, Q65, Q65, Q65.
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.