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 Togo and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 808 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 Black Sheep to the techno 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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
Inner City,
New Order,
Pierre Henry,
Spandau Ballet,
Swell Maps,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Moody Blues,
Half Japanese,
Wasted Youth,
The Real Kids,
The Monks,
Wings,
Heaven 17,
Buzzcocks,
Zapp,
Dennis Brown,
Ponytail,
FM Einheit,
Dark Day,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Black Bananas,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
World's Most,
Erasure,
Morten Harket,
Gang Gang Dance,
Electric Prunes,
Eve St. Jones,
Yusef Lateef,
Metal Thangz,
The Invisible,
Theoretical Girls,
The Litter,
Barry Ungar,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Misunderstood,
Kevin Saunderson,
Khruangbin,
Lalo Schifrin,
Boogie Down Productions,
R.M.O.,
Charles Mingus,
John Lydon,
New York Dolls,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Parry Music,
Maleditus Sound,
Severed Heads,
cv313,
Lebanon Hanover,
Robert Hood,
Crime,
Ultimate Spinach,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
X-102,
Sällskapet,
Brothers Johnson,
Blancmange,
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.