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 Libya and from Mexico City.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 KRS-One 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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
KRS-One,
The Slackers,
Angry Samoans,
The Count Five,
Vladislav Delay,
Tim Buckley,
Motorama,
Popol Vuh,
Dorothy Ashby,
Simply Red,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Gladiators,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Colin Newman,
Von Mondo,
Mars,
Joe Finger,
The Walker Brothers,
Rufus Thomas,
Nick Fraelich,
T. Rex,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kerri Chandler,
Jacques Brel,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gang Green,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Mark Hollis,
Excepter,
Mr. Review,
8 Eyed Spy,
Whodini,
Outsiders,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
X-102,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Althea and Donna,
China Crisis,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kerrie Biddell,
Stockholm Monsters,
Glambeats Corp.,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Symarip,
Pussy Galore,
Quantec,
Suicide,
Drive Like Jehu,
Zero Boys,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lalo Schifrin,
John Lydon,
The Moody Blues,
Bauhaus,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
These Immortal Souls,
Ralphi Rosario,
the Association,
The Golliwogs,
Skarface,
Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio.
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.