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 Brunei and from Spokane.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Lalann to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yellowson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
Bobby Womack,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Boredoms,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
New Order,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Quadrant,
Television,
Moebius,
Wings,
Carl Craig,
Monks,
Neil Young,
Stockholm Monsters,
Faust,
Q and Not U,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Toasters,
D'Angelo,
Q65,
Amazonics,
Quando Quango,
Dead Boys,
OOIOO,
Archie Shepp,
Zero Boys,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
a-ha,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gang of Four,
Sight & Sound,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Techniques,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Kinks,
The Raincoats,
The Grass Roots,
Stetsasonic,
Funky Four + One,
Spandau Ballet,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Fall,
K-Klass,
the Human League,
Shoche,
Agent Orange,
Gerry Rafferty,
Shuggie Otis,
Vainqueur,
John Holt,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lalo Schifrin,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
ABBA,
Matthew Halsall,
Nico,
Wire,
Bobby Sherman,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.