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 Milan.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Althea and Donna to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lakeside,
Infiniti,
Eyeless In Gaza,
kango's stein massive,
The Mojo Men,
The Grass Roots,
Technova,
The Blues Magoos,
The Fortunes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Moody Blues,
Sarah Menescal,
Pere Ubu,
Gastr Del Sol,
Roxette,
Theoretical Girls,
Visage,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Agitation Free,
Danielle Patucci,
Brand Nubian,
Whodini,
Kerrie Biddell,
Hoover,
Jesper Dahlback,
Reagan Youth,
This Heat,
Jeff Mills,
Bill Wells,
Matthew Bourne,
Gil Scott Heron,
Marshall Jefferson,
Vainqueur,
PIL,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Erasure,
The Count Five,
the Normal,
Fatback Band,
Michelle Simonal,
Faraquet,
Mission of Burma,
Pussy Galore,
The Star Department,
Heaven 17,
Yellowson,
Soul Sonic Force,
Robert Hood,
Index,
The Invisible,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Tubeway Army,
Rod Modell,
the Fania All-Stars,
Fear,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jimmy McGriff,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Busters,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.