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 Bolivia and from Johannesburg.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the rock 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ice-T,
The Pretty Things,
Faust,
Barclay James Harvest,
OOIOO,
Oneida,
Kaleidoscope,
Section 25,
Ohio Players,
Half Japanese,
Das Ding,
Average White Band,
FM Einheit,
cv313,
Skriet,
Hoover,
Rakim,
Sparks,
John Cale,
Suicide,
Dawn Penn,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Massinfluence,
David Bowie,
Mark Hollis,
Peter & Gordon,
Donald Byrd,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bobby Byrd,
The Angels of Light,
Godley & Creme,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
ABC,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Theoretical Girls,
The Monks,
Fear,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Arcadia,
Nirvana,
Qualms,
Fluxion,
Tears for Fears,
Albert Ayler,
Grandmaster Flash,
Trumans Water,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Grauzone,
Wasted Youth,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Q65,
Lalo Schifrin,
the Germs,
Crooked Eye,
Nick Fraelich,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
PIL,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.