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 Monaco and from Johannesburg.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fuzztones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
Bluetip,
Q65,
Ultimate Spinach,
Davy DMX,
Absolute Body Control,
Eric B and Rakim,
Juan Atkins,
Mr. Review,
The Divine Comedy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Nico,
Intrusion,
China Crisis,
Oblivians,
The Monochrome Set,
The Litter,
Delon & Dalcan,
Flamin' Groovies,
Porter Ricks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Con Funk Shun,
The Seeds,
Cecil Taylor,
Ornette Coleman,
Sonic Youth,
Ultravox,
Clear Light,
Roger Hodgson,
The Evens,
The Remains,
Marshall Jefferson,
Drexciya,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Dawn Penn,
the Association,
Swell Maps,
Alphaville,
Pantaleimon,
Lindisfarne,
Sugar Minott,
Robert Wyatt,
Cameo,
James White and The Blacks,
Pantytec,
The Red Krayola,
Bootsy Collins,
Trumans Water,
Country Teasers,
Pierre Henry,
Marvin Gaye,
The Music Machine,
Scratch Acid,
Michelle Simonal,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Raincoats,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pharoah Sanders,
Schoolly D,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Japan,
Average White Band,
Gang Green,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.