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 Madagascar and from Columbus.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the marimba 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 New Christs to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
the Germs,
Scientists,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kenny Larkin,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Residents,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
X-102,
Sparks,
Faraquet,
Ponytail,
Drive Like Jehu,
Isaac Hayes,
Warren Ellis,
Bill Near,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lightning Bolt,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Television,
The Victims,
Soft Cell,
Bill Wells,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Vogues,
Scott Walker,
Colin Newman,
Schoolly D,
The Sound,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ituana,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Section 25,
Buzzcocks,
John Foxx,
Visage,
The Doors,
The Electric Prunes,
Siglo XX,
Scratch Acid,
Man Parrish,
Masters at Work,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Motorama,
10cc,
Barry Ungar,
Jerry's Kids,
The Monochrome Set,
Bobby Byrd,
The Flesh Eaters,
FM Einheit,
Peter and Kerry,
Crispian St. Peters,
H. Thieme,
Quantec,
Derrick May,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft, Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft, Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft, Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft.
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.