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 Panama and from Shanghai.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 808 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 Echospace to the electroclash 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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
Slave,
KRS-One,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Black Flag,
Derrick Morgan,
Bauhaus,
Spandau Ballet,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
OOIOO,
Banda Bassotti,
Flipper,
a-ha,
Fad Gadget,
Derrick May,
Vladislav Delay,
Clear Light,
Sällskapet,
Pere Ubu,
Archie Shepp,
Donny Hathaway,
Ponytail,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
AZ,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Easy Going,
Mad Mike,
Khruangbin,
The Last Poets,
Iggy Pop,
Scott Walker,
The Index,
Country Teasers,
The Selecter,
Tim Buckley,
Cybotron,
Chris & Cosey,
Bobby Byrd,
David McCallum,
Scan 7,
Jeff Mills,
Patti Smith,
The Neon Judgement,
The Seeds,
Colin Newman,
Wolf Eyes,
Al Stewart,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Trumans Water,
Howard Jones,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jeru the Damaja,
F. McDonald,
Ten City,
The Offenders,
The Buckinghams,
Funky Four + One,
Model 500,
Electric Prunes,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Mr. Review,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.