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 the UAE and from Tokyo.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 Swell Maps to the funk 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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented 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 güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
A Certain Ratio,
Neu!,
The Smoke,
The Pretty Things,
The Real Kids,
B.T. Express,
Marine Girls,
Arthur Verocai,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Wings,
Tomorrow,
June of 44,
Blake Baxter,
Bobby Byrd,
Moss Icon,
Josef K,
DNA,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Mars,
Black Flag,
Carl Craig,
The Gun Club,
Pere Ubu,
Talk Talk,
Bobby Womack,
Negative Approach,
Rhythm & Sound,
Crispian St. Peters,
Minny Pops,
Pagans,
Jacob Miller,
The Vogues,
Stockholm Monsters,
K-Klass,
Shoche,
Minor Threat,
The Fall,
Supertramp,
The Sonics,
Fluxion,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kas Product,
Eve St. Jones,
Bob Dylan,
Moby Grape,
Crooked Eye,
Sun City Girls,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Little Man,
Nas,
Banda Bassotti,
Bobby Sherman,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lee Hazlewood,
Connie Case,
Maurizio,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
T.S.O.L.,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.