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 Israel and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Glasgow.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 E-Dancer to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Idris Muhammad,
Bill Wells,
The Gap Band,
Blancmange,
Gang Starr,
Inner City,
Pantaleimon,
Jerry Gold Smith,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Doobie Brothers,
Faust,
Groovy Waters,
Livin' Joy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Spandau Ballet,
Underground Resistance,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Siglo XX,
The Smoke,
Soul II Soul,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Monochrome Set,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jerry's Kids,
Crispian St. Peters,
Wolf Eyes,
Sister Nancy,
Pulsallama,
Eric Copeland,
KRS-One,
Minutemen,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lebanon Hanover,
Roxy Music,
The Music Machine,
Graham Central Station,
Bootsy Collins,
Flipper,
The Black Dice,
Animal Collective,
It's A Beautiful Day,
MDC,
Sexual Harrassment,
Maurizio,
U.S. Maple,
Dark Day,
The Fortunes,
Aloha Tigers,
Connie Case,
Janne Schatter,
Royal Trux,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Nico,
Arthur Verocai,
David McCallum,
The Wake,
Eli Mardock,
Outsiders,
New Age Steppers,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.