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 El Salvador and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 F. McDonald to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Associates,
Nick Fraelich,
Crash Course in Science,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Offenders,
Bauhaus,
Ultra Naté,
Little Man,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Dead Boys,
David McCallum,
Blake Baxter,
The Raincoats,
Fatback Band,
Alton Ellis,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ronan,
Agent Orange,
DJ Sneak,
Panda Bear,
Livin' Joy,
Half Japanese,
a-ha,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
John Lydon,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Maurizio,
Frankie Knuckles,
Davy DMX,
Symarip,
Neu!,
Eric Copeland,
Gang Starr,
Jawbox,
Lou Reed,
Hashim,
Nik Kershaw,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Barry Ungar,
Pierre Henry,
John Coltrane,
Pulsallama,
the Bar-Kays,
Groovy Waters,
The Leaves,
the Germs,
Thompson Twins,
Rod Modell,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Japan,
UT,
AZ,
Young Marble Giants,
Pere Ubu,
The Evens,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.