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 Turkmenistan and from Columbus.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Portland.
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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Can to the rock 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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Zeros,
Metal Thangz,
Das Ding,
Brand Nubian,
Avey Tare,
Nas,
Robert Hood,
Jacques Brel,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Dorothy Ashby,
A Certain Ratio,
The Real Kids,
Big Daddy Kane,
cv313,
LL Cool J,
Flash Fearless,
Amon Düül,
Lakeside,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sandy B,
E-Dancer,
The Associates,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Camberwell Now,
Cheater Slicks,
The Pretty Things,
Ken Boothe,
MDC,
Ice-T,
Ohio Players,
Harmonia,
The Fire Engines,
The Electric Prunes,
Infiniti,
Drexciya,
Marmalade,
The Count Five,
Organ,
The Remains,
Marcia Griffiths,
Swell Maps,
Thompson Twins,
The Buckinghams,
Alton Ellis,
The Neon Judgement,
Circle Jerks,
Yazoo,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Tim Buckley,
Pantytec,
Deakin,
Graham Central Station,
Little Man,
Ituana,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Minutemen,
Darondo,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.