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 Czech Republic and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 güiro 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 Fat Boys to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
Soul Sonic Force,
Maleditus Sound,
Carl Craig,
The Smiths,
La Düsseldorf,
Khruangbin,
Minor Threat,
Schoolly D,
Lindisfarne,
Depeche Mode,
Amon Düül,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gang Gang Dance,
B.T. Express,
Eden Ahbez,
Matthew Halsall,
The Kinks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
F. McDonald,
Joensuu 1685,
Dark Day,
Ituana,
Minny Pops,
Gang of Four,
Unrelated Segments,
Scion,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Yusef Lateef,
Roxette,
Rakim,
Soul II Soul,
Urselle,
Fatback Band,
OOIOO,
The Move,
Oblivians,
The Five Americans,
Sugar Minott,
DJ Style,
The J.B.'s,
Quadrant,
Rosa Yemen,
Todd Terry,
The Golliwogs,
Traffic Nightmare,
Roger Hodgson,
Brick,
Subhumans,
Public Enemy,
ABBA,
The Durutti Column,
Bobby Womack,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rapeman,
The Dave Clark Five,
Qualms,
Surgeon,
DJ Sneak,
Warsaw,
Crispian St. Peters,
Soft Cell,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.