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 Solomon Islands and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
Guru Guru,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Red Krayola,
PIL,
John Coltrane,
Boz Scaggs,
Metal Thangz,
Robert Wyatt,
Man Eating Sloth,
the Association,
The Monks,
The Modern Lovers,
Pierre Henry,
Scan 7,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Public Enemy,
Steve Hackett,
Derrick Morgan,
Lower 48,
Inner City,
Scrapy,
Reuben Wilson,
Monolake,
Index,
Nick Fraelich,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Quantec,
The Gap Band,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Skaos,
Rufus Thomas,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pagans,
Shoche,
Terry Callier,
The Searchers,
Soul Sonic Force,
Siglo XX,
The Offenders,
Lindisfarne,
Subhumans,
Flash Fearless,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sexual Harrassment,
Arcadia,
Pulsallama,
The J.B.'s,
Babytalk,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Roxette,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
the Germs,
David Bowie,
Throbbing Gristle,
Funkadelic,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jeru the Damaja,
Crooked Eye,
Banda Bassotti,
Minnie Riperton,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.