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 Macedonia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 808 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 Loose Ends to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
cv313,
Audionom,
The Angels of Light,
Newcleus,
Oblivians,
Supertramp,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Scratch Acid,
The Electric Prunes,
The Gun Club,
Vladislav Delay,
The Victims,
Unwound,
Animal Collective,
Hardrive,
Stereo Dub,
Derrick May,
Jacob Miller,
Yellowson,
Quantec,
Royal Trux,
Radiohead,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Sonics,
Fatback Band,
The Moleskins,
Minutemen,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Wake,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Crash Course in Science,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Aswad,
Skriet,
Fear,
F. McDonald,
The Selecter,
EPMD,
AZ,
Junior Murvin,
Bobbi Humphrey,
JFA,
Althea and Donna,
Isaac Hayes,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Buzzcocks,
Intrusion,
Faust,
Scrapy,
The Golliwogs,
Inner City,
Drive Like Jehu,
Eddi Front,
Wire,
Thompson Twins,
Kayak,
James White and The Blacks,
Popol Vuh,
David Bowie,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.