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 Niger 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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 güiro 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 The Count Five to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
The Zeros,
Masters at Work,
Rotary Connection,
Kerrie Biddell,
Eve St. Jones,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Oblivians,
Gichy Dan,
Cecil Taylor,
The Fugs,
Ash Ra Tempel,
New Age Steppers,
Technova,
Dark Day,
Toni Rubio,
Morten Harket,
The Monochrome Set,
Barbara Tucker,
Lalo Schifrin,
Zapp,
Soul Sonic Force,
Brass Construction,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Offenders,
The Cramps,
Dorothy Ashby,
Y Pants,
Grandmaster Flash,
Grey Daturas,
Desert Stars,
The Invisible,
The Seeds,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Harry Pussy,
Fat Boys,
The Kinks,
Fad Gadget,
Ultra Naté,
The Gories,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Cybotron,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lucky Dragons,
The United States of America,
Yellowson,
The Cure,
Agent Orange,
Matthew Halsall,
Eli Mardock,
The Busters,
Lindisfarne,
Man Eating Sloth,
Symarip,
The Slits,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Inner City,
Graham Central Station,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.