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 Latvia and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the rap 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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Invisible,
Con Funk Shun,
Los Fastidios,
The Grass Roots,
John Foxx,
The Move,
Moss Icon,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Skarface,
Babytalk,
L. Decosne,
Ludus,
The Fall,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jandek,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Todd Rundgren,
Big Daddy Kane,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Trojans,
Connie Case,
E-Dancer,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Mummies,
the Swans,
Bill Near,
Jacob Miller,
The Blues Magoos,
Sonic Youth,
Agent Orange,
the Soft Cell,
Harry Pussy,
PIL,
Duran Duran,
The Techniques,
Camberwell Now,
Mantronix,
Magazine,
Scientists,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Easy Going,
the Normal,
The Buckinghams,
Minnie Riperton,
Todd Terry,
Lebanon Hanover,
DJ Style,
Davy DMX,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Standells,
Cecil Taylor,
Skriet,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.