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 Oman and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 arpeggiator 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 Mad Mike to the dance 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 the Slits. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
Bluetip,
Rapeman,
Livin' Joy,
Letta Mbulu,
The Fire Engines,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Harmonia,
The Motions,
The Wake,
The Pop Group,
Yusef Lateef,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Velvet Underground,
Public Enemy,
kango's stein massive,
Roxy Music,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Charles Mingus,
Anthony Braxton,
Josef K,
Main Source,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Spoonie Gee,
John Lydon,
The Remains,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Eric B and Rakim,
DJ Sneak,
Avey Tare,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Mr. Review,
Fat Boys,
Suburban Knight,
Isaac Hayes,
The Doors,
Altered Images,
Malaria!,
Sound Behaviour,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Archie Shepp,
Stetsasonic,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Vogues,
Warren Ellis,
The Red Krayola,
Q and Not U,
World's Most,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Moby Grape,
Cameo,
Brothers Johnson,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Adolescents,
The Litter,
Heaven 17,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Cramps,
Second Layer,
Kevin Saunderson,
One Last Wish,
Joey Negro,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.