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 Austria and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Animal Collective to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
Adolescents,
KRS-One,
Kurtis Blow,
Eurythmics,
The Associates,
Scott Walker,
Circle Jerks,
Gerry Rafferty,
Josef K,
Pussy Galore,
the Sonics,
Depeche Mode,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Dennis Brown,
H. Thieme,
Nico,
E-Dancer,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Spandau Ballet,
Ice-T,
Electric Prunes,
Joey Negro,
Black Moon,
The Blackbyrds,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kool Moe Dee,
Procol Harum,
Model 500,
Cymande,
Bill Near,
Donny Hathaway,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
X-Ray Spex,
The Techniques,
Delta 5,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sex Pistols,
48th St. Collective,
The Saints,
the Germs,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rod Modell,
Mad Mike,
Alphaville,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Modern Lovers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bush Tetras,
Kaleidoscope,
Minutemen,
Organ,
Jerry's Kids,
The Wake,
Altered Images,
Joensuu 1685,
Pantytec,
A Certain Ratio,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.