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 Papua New Guinea 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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 linndrum 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 F. McDonald to the dance 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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
Morten Harket,
a-ha,
Icehouse,
Depeche Mode,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gregory Isaacs,
Matthew Halsall,
Vladislav Delay,
Laurel Aitken,
Tommy Roe,
Alison Limerick,
Thompson Twins,
Al Stewart,
Jawbox,
Tom Boy,
Newcleus,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Aaron Thompson,
Rufus Thomas,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Invisible,
Wolf Eyes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kerri Chandler,
Gerry Rafferty,
Slave,
Wally Richardson,
The Dirtbombs,
This Heat,
Bobby Byrd,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lou Reed,
Lakeside,
Severed Heads,
Section 25,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Underground Resistance,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Faraquet,
X-101,
Ultravox,
Ponytail,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bang On A Can,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Graham Central Station,
Amazonics,
Gang of Four,
Kas Product,
Swans,
Black Bananas,
Accadde A,
Ten City,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gabor Szabo,
Matthew Bourne,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Vogues,
Althea and Donna,
Skaos,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.