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 El Salvador and from Copenhagen.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 Glenn Branca to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry's Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fortunes,
Soulsonic Force,
Aloha Tigers,
Blancmange,
Hot Snakes,
Max Romeo,
Sixth Finger,
The Move,
Fluxion,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Cowsills,
Outsiders,
Agent Orange,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
AZ,
Nirvana,
Simply Red,
Amon Düül,
The Sonics,
L. Decosne,
Fear,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Section 25,
Radiopuhelimet,
Nas,
X-101,
Lebanon Hanover,
Excepter,
Terrestrial Tones,
Charles Mingus,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Electric Prunes,
Jawbox,
Sex Pistols,
Johnny Osbourne,
JFA,
Roxette,
Piero Umiliani,
Bobby Womack,
Ultimate Spinach,
Judy Mowatt,
Letta Mbulu,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Mark Hollis,
The Toasters,
In Retrospect,
June of 44,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Cheater Slicks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Anakelly,
The Monochrome Set,
Gerry Rafferty,
Throbbing Gristle,
New Order,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Barry Ungar,
Sandy B,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.