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 Fiji and from Beijing.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 guitar 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 James White and The Blacks 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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
Jacob Miller,
Fugazi,
The Dead C,
World's Most,
Mr. Review,
Y Pants,
Hot Snakes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Trojans,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Moody Blues,
X-102,
Lungfish,
Excepter,
Matthew Bourne,
Pagans,
The Fuzztones,
Kenny Larkin,
Procol Harum,
Ohio Players,
Con Funk Shun,
Smog,
Lou Christie,
Pere Ubu,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Isaac Hayes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Public Image Ltd.,
EPMD,
Gong,
the Swans,
Skriet,
Pole,
Brick,
Ultravox,
Newcleus,
Electric Prunes,
The Count Five,
The Slits,
Sixth Finger,
Rakim,
The Associates,
Sun Ra,
Maurizio,
Erasure,
Barclay James Harvest,
Cheater Slicks,
Hardrive,
Reagan Youth,
Ituana,
Unwound,
Janne Schatter,
Severed Heads,
Dawn Penn,
Crash Course in Science,
Nico,
Magma,
Gang Starr,
ABC,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.