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 Malaysia and from London.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 organ 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 Quantec to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
Judy Mowatt,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Aswad,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Monolake,
the Germs,
Drive Like Jehu,
June Days,
Alton Ellis,
Fear,
The Blues Magoos,
Quando Quango,
Simply Red,
The Five Americans,
The Zeros,
Gong,
Banda Bassotti,
Kayak,
The Moleskins,
Desert Stars,
John Foxx,
U.S. Maple,
Babytalk,
Chris & Cosey,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sister Nancy,
Neu!,
Marine Girls,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Yusef Lateef,
June of 44,
Bobby Womack,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Star Department,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Chrome,
The Mummies,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Clear Light,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
John Holt,
Unwound,
Yellowson,
Connie Case,
Duran Duran,
Guru Guru,
Anakelly,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Brick,
UT,
Flipper,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Music Machine,
Rapeman,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Alison Limerick,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Nirvana,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.