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 Tonga and from Sao Paulo.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 oboe 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
Porter Ricks,
Schoolly D,
Radiohead,
Wally Richardson,
Soul Sonic Force,
Don Cherry,
Arthur Verocai,
Oneida,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Skarface,
Eve St. Jones,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bobby Sherman,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lou Reed,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lindisfarne,
Soul II Soul,
The Smiths,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Adolescents,
Fat Boys,
The Moleskins,
Scan 7,
Bronski Beat,
the Fania All-Stars,
Buzzcocks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Yazoo,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Aswad,
Joensuu 1685,
Letta Mbulu,
Glambeats Corp.,
Procol Harum,
The Index,
The J.B.'s,
Neil Young,
Echospace,
Heaven 17,
Soft Machine,
Sixth Finger,
Nas,
Tomorrow,
Bobby Womack,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Severed Heads,
Au Pairs,
Massinfluence,
Danielle Patucci,
Ken Boothe,
Charles Mingus,
Traffic Nightmare,
Trumans Water,
Isaac Hayes,
Jacques Brel,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.