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 Moldova and from Philadelphia.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Hong Kong.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monochrome Set record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
John Holt,
Cal Tjader,
Joyce Sims,
Animal Collective,
Ronan,
Motorama,
Kaleidoscope,
Sight & Sound,
Minor Threat,
8 Eyed Spy,
Delon & Dalcan,
Marmalade,
Television Personalities,
Erasure,
Grey Daturas,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Marine Girls,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Cramps,
Ossler,
John Cale,
Echospace,
Spoonie Gee,
The Five Americans,
The Toasters,
The Grass Roots,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Arthur Verocai,
Gil Scott Heron,
Deepchord,
The Real Kids,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Public Image Ltd.,
Henry Cow,
The Slackers,
World's Most,
Nils Olav,
Sun City Girls,
Ornette Coleman,
Derrick May,
Slave,
The Skatalites,
the Association,
Guru Guru,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Radiohead,
Monks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Harry Pussy,
Icehouse,
Lou Christie,
Althea and Donna,
Davy DMX,
Boz Scaggs,
Patti Smith,
Sparks,
Iggy Pop,
Pere Ubu,
Surgeon,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.