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 Mauritius and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Maurizio to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Neil Young,
Massinfluence,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Camouflage,
Sex Pistols,
The Last Poets,
X-102,
Colin Newman,
The Blackbyrds,
Johnny Clarke,
Donald Byrd,
Sight & Sound,
The Fuzztones,
the Sonics,
Magma,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Toasters,
Parry Music,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Busters,
Roxette,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Motions,
Scientists,
Eddi Front,
Absolute Body Control,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Essential Logic,
Zero Boys,
Monolake,
Roy Ayers,
Oblivians,
Hot Snakes,
The Knickerbockers,
Ten City,
Ossler,
Sandy B,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kurtis Blow,
Pantytec,
the Swans,
Malaria!,
Bizarre Inc.,
Al Stewart,
Reuben Wilson,
Barclay James Harvest,
Maurizio,
D'Angelo,
Barbara Tucker,
Beasts of Bourbon,
UT,
Rotary Connection,
Junior Murvin,
Underground Resistance,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.