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 Ethiopia and from New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Deadbeat to the rap 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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
Hot Snakes,
B.T. Express,
Moebius,
Clear Light,
Intrusion,
Soul II Soul,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jeff Mills,
Lucky Dragons,
the Human League,
Kenny Larkin,
Lee Hazlewood,
Todd Rundgren,
Grey Daturas,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Wire,
Rekid,
Faraquet,
Crime,
8 Eyed Spy,
Barrington Levy,
Delon & Dalcan,
DJ Style,
The Slackers,
Neil Young,
Arcadia,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Roxette,
Aural Exciters,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bootsy Collins,
The Flesh Eaters,
Tropical Tobacco,
Tears for Fears,
Eden Ahbez,
Subhumans,
Jacques Brel,
The Sonics,
Country Teasers,
John Coltrane,
Jeff Lynne,
Excepter,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Walker Brothers,
Grauzone,
Maleditus Sound,
Maurizio,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Black Dice,
Young Marble Giants,
Interpol,
Marcia Griffiths,
Quantec,
Amon Düül II,
Arab on Radar,
The Saints,
Ultimate Spinach,
Mantronix,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.