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 South Sudan and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 chamberlin 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 Big Daddy Kane to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Faust,
Sister Nancy,
Howard Jones,
Sex Pistols,
Rotary Connection,
Underground Resistance,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jeff Mills,
Chris & Cosey,
Stereo Dub,
The Leaves,
Jacques Brel,
Royal Trux,
Prince Buster,
Dual Sessions,
Bad Manners,
Hardrive,
Lucky Dragons,
The Blackbyrds,
the Human League,
Patti Smith,
MDC,
The Misunderstood,
The Velvet Underground,
The Modern Lovers,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Knickerbockers,
Donny Hathaway,
Soulsonic Force,
Lower 48,
The Flesh Eaters,
Fad Gadget,
The Selecter,
Q and Not U,
Wings,
The Names,
The Doors,
In Retrospect,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Letta Mbulu,
Scratch Acid,
Camberwell Now,
Con Funk Shun,
Terry Callier,
OOIOO,
One Last Wish,
The Vogues,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Mummies,
Marc Almond,
Joy Division,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Accadde A,
Sandy B,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Pretty Things,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.