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 Mexico and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Rufus Thomas to the rap 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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida 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 synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Swell Maps,
Maleditus Sound,
Trumans Water,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gabor Szabo,
Carl Craig,
Johnny Osbourne,
Flipper,
the Association,
Lower 48,
the Human League,
Mars,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Dennis Brown,
The Associates,
La Düsseldorf,
Gang Green,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Neil Young,
The Angels of Light,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Scan 7,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Newcleus,
Youth Brigade,
Scratch Acid,
Electric Prunes,
Gong,
Half Japanese,
Masters at Work,
Blancmange,
Sugar Minott,
The Standells,
Outsiders,
Connie Case,
The Gories,
The Gun Club,
Das Ding,
Pet Shop Boys,
Nas,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Soft Machine,
Technova,
Archie Shepp,
Faust,
Derrick Morgan,
Terrestrial Tones,
Tres Demented,
Girls At Our Best!,
Shoche,
The Vogues,
Gang Gang Dance,
DNA,
Bootsy Collins,
Babytalk,
Black Sheep,
Dual Sessions,
The Fall,
Laurel Aitken,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.