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 Lebanon and from Lagos.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Suicide to the rap 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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
Ultra Naté,
Depeche Mode,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ituana,
Khruangbin,
Bush Tetras,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jacques Brel,
Dave Gahan,
JFA,
Siglo XX,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pole,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Wake,
The Zeros,
Tears for Fears,
Whodini,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Swell Maps,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rapeman,
The Techniques,
Nas,
Aaron Thompson,
Neil Young,
Cluster,
Buzzcocks,
Michelle Simonal,
Sun City Girls,
Chris Corsano,
Ronan,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gregory Isaacs,
Anthony Braxton,
The Red Krayola,
Archie Shepp,
Pantytec,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Marmalade,
The Divine Comedy,
Blancmange,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Joensuu 1685,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Vladislav Delay,
The Busters,
The Alarm Clocks,
Tim Buckley,
Brothers Johnson,
Marine Girls,
Amon Düül II,
Erykah Badu,
Scientists,
Grandmaster Flash,
Byron Stingily,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Pretty Things,
MC5,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.