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 Tuvalu and from Bremen.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Slackers to the rock 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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe 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 J.B.'s,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Byron Stingily,
the Sonics,
Rekid,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bobby Byrd,
Gang Starr,
The Happenings,
Jerry's Kids,
OOIOO,
Frankie Knuckles,
Icehouse,
Gang of Four,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Slits,
Nation of Ulysses,
Cal Tjader,
Subhumans,
The Monochrome Set,
The Pop Group,
Cymande,
Loose Ends,
Graham Central Station,
Bluetip,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Germs,
Alice Coltrane,
Jacob Miller,
Donald Byrd,
MC5,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Idris Muhammad,
Janne Schatter,
The Blackbyrds,
Laurel Aitken,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Aural Exciters,
Rhythm & Sound,
Half Japanese,
Talk Talk,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Thompson Twins,
The Dirtbombs,
Monolake,
Mo-Dettes,
The Tremeloes,
Minutemen,
Los Fastidios,
Robert Hood,
Marine Girls,
Youth Brigade,
Todd Terry,
UT,
Can,
The Cure,
Delon & Dalcan,
Davy DMX,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.