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 Estonia and from Accra.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 mellotron 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 Interpol to the funk 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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
Todd Rundgren,
China Crisis,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Black Flag,
The New Christs,
Wolf Eyes,
Babytalk,
June of 44,
Gabor Szabo,
The Misunderstood,
Pylon,
Connie Case,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Young Rascals,
Bill Near,
Black Moon,
Goldenarms,
Rosa Yemen,
Hashim,
Fear,
Inner City,
Cybotron,
Vainqueur,
Marcia Griffiths,
Y Pants,
John Holt,
Pierre Henry,
F. McDonald,
Schoolly D,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sonny Sharrock,
Traffic Nightmare,
Laurel Aitken,
DJ Style,
Delta 5,
Gong,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ralphi Rosario,
Colin Newman,
Nils Olav,
Zero Boys,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Juan Atkins,
Pantytec,
Pharoah Sanders,
Section 25,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Music Machine,
Dark Day,
Bluetip,
Monolake,
Model 500,
OOIOO,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Zeros,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Godley & Creme,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.