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 Seychelles and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
The Motions,
The Barracudas,
Index,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Laurel Aitken,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Zapp,
Radiohead,
Lebanon Hanover,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Dave Gahan,
EPMD,
Jeff Mills,
Rhythm & Sound,
Model 500,
Harpers Bizarre,
Carl Craig,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
the Germs,
Juan Atkins,
DJ Style,
The Pretty Things,
Gastr Del Sol,
Wire,
Gerry Rafferty,
The New Christs,
John Foxx,
The Neon Judgement,
Symarip,
Cluster,
Bluetip,
The Red Krayola,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sixth Finger,
Ornette Coleman,
Sarah Menescal,
Pharoah Sanders,
Aloha Tigers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Amon Düül II,
The Moleskins,
Los Fastidios,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Slackers,
Pet Shop Boys,
Amazonics,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lucky Dragons,
The Tremeloes,
Niagra,
Little Man,
Underground Resistance,
Peter & Gordon,
Davy DMX,
Nils Olav,
Angry Samoans,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.