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 Equatorial Guinea 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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Seoul.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 LL Cool J to the disco 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 The Invisible. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Young Marble Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
China Crisis,
The Count Five,
Jesper Dahlback,
Khruangbin,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lebanon Hanover,
Fela Kuti,
Cal Tjader,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Roger Hodgson,
Bobby Sherman,
MDC,
The Fortunes,
Black Flag,
Bootsy Collins,
Suburban Knight,
Minutemen,
Kerrie Biddell,
Anakelly,
Pere Ubu,
Jandek,
Schoolly D,
Ken Boothe,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Stooges,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lalo Schifrin,
David Bowie,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Gap Band,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Shuggie Otis,
World's Most,
Eric Copeland,
Blake Baxter,
Flash Fearless,
Donny Hathaway,
Erasure,
The Durutti Column,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Selecter,
The Neon Judgement,
Sarah Menescal,
The Cure,
Eden Ahbez,
Alison Limerick,
Altered Images,
Yusef Lateef,
Erykah Badu,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Wake,
the Soft Cell,
Harmonia,
Cecil Taylor,
Von Mondo,
Maleditus Sound,
Davy DMX,
Terrestrial Tones,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Techniques,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.