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 Dominican Republic and from Columbus.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Cairo.
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 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Brothers Johnson to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
Reuben Wilson,
Vladislav Delay,
Absolute Body Control,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ken Boothe,
Smog,
Scan 7,
EPMD,
Echospace,
Intrusion,
Camberwell Now,
Can,
Subhumans,
Los Fastidios,
Amazonics,
B.T. Express,
Eve St. Jones,
Bad Manners,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Model 500,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Duran Duran,
Average White Band,
Pagans,
Matthew Bourne,
Gang of Four,
Maleditus Sound,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Index,
The Angels of Light,
Reagan Youth,
Livin' Joy,
Ossler,
10cc,
Underground Resistance,
Judy Mowatt,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
ABC,
Liliput,
Black Moon,
Don Cherry,
The Litter,
Gil Scott Heron,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Curtis Mayfield,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Real Kids,
Malaria!,
Magazine,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ronnie Foster,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
John Cale,
Public Image Ltd.,
Cybotron,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Icehouse,
Alison Limerick,
Bobby Sherman,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.