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 Singapore and from Bremen.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 Aaron Thompson to the rap 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
Intrusion,
Roxy Music,
Throbbing Gristle,
Slave,
Brass Construction,
8 Eyed Spy,
Scientists,
The Music Machine,
Harry Pussy,
Reuben Wilson,
Thompson Twins,
Section 25,
The Sound,
Joey Negro,
New Age Steppers,
Y Pants,
Sandy B,
Symarip,
Connie Case,
The Barracudas,
Desert Stars,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Circle Jerks,
Fatback Band,
The Red Krayola,
Depeche Mode,
The Victims,
Deadbeat,
Mad Mike,
Soul Sonic Force,
Tom Boy,
Minutemen,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kurtis Blow,
The Cramps,
Eddi Front,
cv313,
Boredoms,
Rites of Spring,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Standells,
June of 44,
Soulsonic Force,
Danielle Patucci,
Rekid,
The Fugs,
Hashim,
Accadde A,
June Days,
Derrick May,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sixth Finger,
The Walker Brothers,
UT,
Bauhaus,
The Young Rascals,
Aswad,
Eurythmics,
Marvin Gaye,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.