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 Slovakia and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Barracudas to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
Mantronix,
Neu!,
Graham Central Station,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Glambeats Corp.,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Stiv Bators,
Ultra Naté,
Rakim,
The Modern Lovers,
Sun Ra,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Eurythmics,
The Electric Prunes,
Lindisfarne,
One Last Wish,
Deadbeat,
Blossom Toes,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Motions,
Alison Limerick,
Fatback Band,
Stockholm Monsters,
the Bar-Kays,
Soul Sonic Force,
David McCallum,
Kerri Chandler,
Jeff Mills,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ken Boothe,
Lightning Bolt,
Gerry Rafferty,
Half Japanese,
a-ha,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Detroit Cobras,
Isaac Hayes,
Infiniti,
Radio Birdman,
Jeff Lynne,
Nirvana,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Donny Hathaway,
Country Joe & The Fish,
X-102,
Clear Light,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Peter & Gordon,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Vogues,
Gang Gang Dance,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Martian,
The Saints,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Barracudas,
Boogie Down Productions,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.