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 Palau and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
Reuben Wilson,
The United States of America,
Traffic Nightmare,
Nas,
Porter Ricks,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jacob Miller,
Roger Hodgson,
The Move,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Interpol,
The Saints,
Brand Nubian,
Sugar Minott,
Monolake,
Letta Mbulu,
The Moody Blues,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Popol Vuh,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Make Up,
Unrelated Segments,
The Slackers,
X-102,
Carl Craig,
The Raincoats,
Echospace,
The Leaves,
John Lydon,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sex Pistols,
Maurizio,
Howard Jones,
Ronnie Foster,
Roy Ayers,
Subhumans,
Rotary Connection,
The Standells,
The Divine Comedy,
48th St. Collective,
Groovy Waters,
Hot Snakes,
Grauzone,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Japan,
Lower 48,
The Alarm Clocks,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kerrie Biddell,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ice-T,
The Modern Lovers,
Maleditus Sound,
Royal Trux,
The Black Dice,
David Bowie,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jacques Brel,
Henry Cow,
Urselle,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.