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 Czech Republic and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Jakarta.
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 chamberlin 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 Popol Vuh to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
Los Fastidios,
Kayak,
Mr. Review,
Second Layer,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bobby Sherman,
Rekid,
This Heat,
Simply Red,
The Index,
Swans,
Slave,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Hardrive,
Byron Stingily,
Idris Muhammad,
The Pretty Things,
The Fugs,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Judy Mowatt,
OOIOO,
The Cowsills,
Aural Exciters,
Mantronix,
Piero Umiliani,
A Certain Ratio,
the Bar-Kays,
PIL,
Ornette Coleman,
Gabor Szabo,
Ken Boothe,
Bizarre Inc.,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Grass Roots,
Metal Thangz,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ultra Naté,
D'Angelo,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Archie Shepp,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Nico,
Man Parrish,
Ludus,
Scientists,
Dorothy Ashby,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
the Fania All-Stars,
Marc Almond,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Litter,
Leonard Cohen,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Misunderstood,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Icehouse,
Young Marble Giants,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.