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 Belgium and from Houston.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 synthesizer 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 cv313 to the techno 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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
Bang On A Can,
John Foxx,
Stereo Dub,
Theoretical Girls,
Agent Orange,
Boredoms,
Donald Byrd,
Glambeats Corp.,
Electric Prunes,
Gil Scott Heron,
Altered Images,
Trumans Water,
Qualms,
H. Thieme,
Interpol,
Eli Mardock,
Mad Mike,
Sex Pistols,
The Kinks,
Kool Moe Dee,
Agitation Free,
Rufus Thomas,
Rekid,
Stetsasonic,
Pussy Galore,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rakim,
John Lydon,
Joensuu 1685,
Joey Negro,
Procol Harum,
Oblivians,
Iggy Pop,
F. McDonald,
The American Breed,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Marine Girls,
Lungfish,
The Blackbyrds,
La Düsseldorf,
Erasure,
Outsiders,
The Busters,
Marmalade,
Joe Smooth,
ABBA,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gabor Szabo,
Josef K,
Flipper,
Amon Düül,
Surgeon,
Cameo,
The Move,
The Litter,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sällskapet,
Johnny Clarke,
Mission of Burma,
Black Pus,
Wolf Eyes,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.