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 Andorra and from Lyon.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Milan.
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 sitar 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 DJ Style to the punk 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
Max Romeo,
Minor Threat,
Wally Richardson,
Warren Ellis,
Whodini,
Unrelated Segments,
Black Flag,
Zero Boys,
Juan Atkins,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ronnie Foster,
Stockholm Monsters,
Donny Hathaway,
Brothers Johnson,
Sun Ra,
Hot Snakes,
Moss Icon,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Toasters,
Panda Bear,
The Leaves,
Crispian St. Peters,
Tommy Roe,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Das Ding,
Crime,
Rakim,
Fad Gadget,
The Dirtbombs,
The Gap Band,
Girls At Our Best!,
Niagra,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Scrapy,
Kerrie Biddell,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Fugs,
The Sonics,
Tom Boy,
Jimmy McGriff,
JFA,
The Blues Magoos,
Bill Wells,
Tears for Fears,
H. Thieme,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Music Machine,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Divine Comedy,
The Five Americans,
Motorama,
Stereo Dub,
Ralphi Rosario,
Derrick Morgan,
Lou Christie,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Gun Club,
Wire,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.