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 Hungary 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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the jazz 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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
Easy Going,
Peter and Kerry,
Colin Newman,
Roger Hodgson,
Dawn Penn,
Hashim,
The Doors,
The Litter,
Sonny Sharrock,
Hoover,
H. Thieme,
Rekid,
The Trojans,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Busters,
Tubeway Army,
Audionom,
Lou Reed,
Mars,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rakim,
Gastr Del Sol,
Nick Fraelich,
Brothers Johnson,
Circle Jerks,
Essential Logic,
The Knickerbockers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Icehouse,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
David Axelrod,
Stockholm Monsters,
Arab on Radar,
This Heat,
Nas,
Fat Boys,
Sarah Menescal,
Marine Girls,
Neu!,
Avey Tare,
The Music Machine,
Ten City,
Mr. Review,
Echospace,
The Blackbyrds,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Girls At Our Best!,
Eurythmics,
Electric Prunes,
Rosa Yemen,
KRS-One,
Aural Exciters,
Byron Stingily,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Gories,
Vladislav Delay,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
June Days,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.