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 Qatar and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 guitar 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 Freddie Wadling to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Moody Blues,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Pretty Things,
Carl Craig,
Darondo,
Girls At Our Best!,
Black Flag,
CMW,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gang Green,
Dark Day,
Q and Not U,
Nation of Ulysses,
U.S. Maple,
Circle Jerks,
Yazoo,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Intrusion,
Sandy B,
The Stooges,
8 Eyed Spy,
Spandau Ballet,
Livin' Joy,
Idris Muhammad,
Vladislav Delay,
Arab on Radar,
Brass Construction,
Deepchord,
Outsiders,
Barrington Levy,
Yaz,
Ponytail,
Eve St. Jones,
Matthew Halsall,
Faust,
Fluxion,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rufus Thomas,
Ronan,
The Detroit Cobras,
Amazonics,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pantaleimon,
Brothers Johnson,
The Fugs,
EPMD,
The Fire Engines,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Beau Brummels,
John Foxx,
The Music Machine,
Junior Murvin,
Eric B and Rakim,
Piero Umiliani,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.