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 Slovenia and from Houston.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Monolake to the dance 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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
Sex Pistols,
The Flesh Eaters,
Amazonics,
Severed Heads,
LL Cool J,
Minutemen,
Neil Young,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lyres,
Sixth Finger,
Sight & Sound,
Franke,
Lakeside,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Scientists,
Depeche Mode,
Ponytail,
Joe Finger,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Radiopuhelimet,
Andrew Hill,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Laurel Aitken,
Matthew Bourne,
The Martian,
The Evens,
Mad Mike,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Robert Wyatt,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gong,
Metal Thangz,
The Misunderstood,
the Normal,
Harry Pussy,
Ultravox,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
the Germs,
Moby Grape,
Maurizio,
The Slackers,
Pole,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rotary Connection,
Blancmange,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Maleditus Sound,
Joy Division,
the Slits,
Kerri Chandler,
Urselle,
Soulsonic Force,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Neon Judgement,
DJ Style,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.