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 Ecuador and from Delhi.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Suburban Knight to the techno 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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
The Star Department,
Monks,
Black Sheep,
The United States of America,
The New Christs,
Ossler,
Derrick May,
Amazonics,
Rhythm & Sound,
Joensuu 1685,
Sound Behaviour,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Names,
the Swans,
Groovy Waters,
The Mojo Men,
Eric B and Rakim,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Tim Buckley,
DJ Style,
Yazoo,
Alton Ellis,
Panda Bear,
Jacques Brel,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Dead C,
Motorama,
The Zeros,
Newcleus,
The Shadows of Knight,
Intrusion,
Deakin,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Gladiators,
Aaron Thompson,
Sandy B,
Rapeman,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Darondo,
Public Image Ltd.,
Laurel Aitken,
Todd Rundgren,
Harmonia,
Dual Sessions,
Davy DMX,
X-Ray Spex,
AZ,
Adolescents,
The Smoke,
Ludus,
Little Man,
Todd Terry,
The Fall,
EPMD,
Kaleidoscope,
Aloha Tigers,
Arthur Verocai,
Hot Snakes,
Junior Murvin,
Carl Craig,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.