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 El Salvador and from Spokane.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 Lakeside to the grime 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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Big Daddy Kane,
Babytalk,
Skriet,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Cluster,
EPMD,
Sister Nancy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kayak,
T. Rex,
Judy Mowatt,
Bush Tetras,
Radiohead,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Arab on Radar,
The Standells,
Robert Wyatt,
David Axelrod,
The Index,
the Slits,
Organ,
Alice Coltrane,
X-101,
Metal Thangz,
Electric Light Orchestra,
DNA,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Throbbing Gristle,
E-Dancer,
Niagra,
Gang Starr,
The Fire Engines,
Soul II Soul,
Michelle Simonal,
Slave,
Sun City Girls,
Sällskapet,
Sight & Sound,
Youth Brigade,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Masters at Work,
Essential Logic,
Alton Ellis,
Icehouse,
Faust,
Tres Demented,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Monochrome Set,
Schoolly D,
Ornette Coleman,
Guru Guru,
JFA,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bad Manners,
Bluetip,
Janne Schatter,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Delta 5,
Pere Ubu,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.