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 Moldova and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Intrusion to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
Charles Mingus,
Johnny Clarke,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kevin Saunderson,
Little Man,
Gang Gang Dance,
Schoolly D,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Michelle Simonal,
The Last Poets,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Man Eating Sloth,
Talk Talk,
Sixth Finger,
Sun City Girls,
Mission of Burma,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Durutti Column,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Grauzone,
Electric Light Orchestra,
the Swans,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Oblivians,
Camberwell Now,
The Sonics,
Reuben Wilson,
Tubeway Army,
The Standells,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Cal Tjader,
Lou Reed,
The Young Rascals,
Rod Modell,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ohio Players,
The Evens,
Brothers Johnson,
The Misunderstood,
Grey Daturas,
the Human League,
Zero Boys,
Frankie Knuckles,
Cymande,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kurtis Blow,
Make Up,
Rapeman,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Echospace,
Shoche,
The Fugs,
Henry Cow,
The Victims,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Crispian St. Peters,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Matthew Bourne,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.