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 Zambia 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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Houston.
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 güiro 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 The Music Machine to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler 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 güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Panda Bear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
Loose Ends,
Jeru the Damaja,
Newcleus,
The Cowsills,
Banda Bassotti,
Iggy Pop,
Absolute Body Control,
Roxy Music,
Matthew Bourne,
Ponytail,
Davy DMX,
Half Japanese,
China Crisis,
Maurizio,
Ornette Coleman,
Bush Tetras,
Clear Light,
Easy Going,
Franke,
Warsaw,
The Fuzztones,
Juan Atkins,
Kurtis Blow,
Gong,
Tres Demented,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Dave Clark Five,
Radio Birdman,
Soulsonic Force,
The Saints,
Section 25,
Tears for Fears,
The Gap Band,
Joensuu 1685,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Graham Central Station,
Marmalade,
Crooked Eye,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Tropical Tobacco,
Royal Trux,
Eden Ahbez,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Marcia Griffiths,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Moody Blues,
Lou Christie,
Skriet,
Q and Not U,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
U.S. Maple,
Prince Buster,
Yazoo,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Ituana,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Sonics,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.