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 Ghana and from Salvador.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Crispy Ambulance to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
Jawbox,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Remains,
Ten City,
Monolake,
Ponytail,
Arcadia,
Barrington Levy,
T. Rex,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Funky Four + One,
Make Up,
Young Marble Giants,
Sex Pistols,
Crime,
The Misunderstood,
New York Dolls,
Agitation Free,
Altered Images,
Magazine,
The Searchers,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Blackbyrds,
Minnie Riperton,
Colin Newman,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Black Bananas,
Chris & Cosey,
Depeche Mode,
Barry Ungar,
The Invisible,
The Zeros,
Patti Smith,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gang Green,
Tom Boy,
DJ Style,
Avey Tare,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Johnny Osbourne,
Stetsasonic,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Little Man,
L. Decosne,
Tubeway Army,
Charles Mingus,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Barbara Tucker,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Human League,
Boz Scaggs,
Piero Umiliani,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Birthday Party,
Vainqueur,
Roxette,
OOIOO,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Simply Red,
Wire,
Visage,
Clear Light,
T.S.O.L.,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.