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 Lebanon and from Salvador.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Bill Near to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Doors. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
Fad Gadget,
Jacob Miller,
DJ Sneak,
Gerry Rafferty,
Crispian St. Peters,
Eden Ahbez,
Pere Ubu,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
John Coltrane,
Agitation Free,
Maurizio,
Heaven 17,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Beau Brummels,
The Toasters,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Aswad,
Easy Going,
Soft Cell,
Slick Rick,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gabor Szabo,
Sound Behaviour,
Terry Callier,
Jesper Dahlback,
Spandau Ballet,
Minny Pops,
Camberwell Now,
Duran Duran,
Crooked Eye,
Soul Sonic Force,
Tubeway Army,
Silicon Teens,
PIL,
The Blackbyrds,
The Motions,
Animal Collective,
Bauhaus,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Soul II Soul,
Junior Murvin,
Todd Terry,
Quando Quango,
Joy Division,
Grey Daturas,
Mission of Burma,
Echospace,
Pet Shop Boys,
Wire,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lalann,
Barry Ungar,
Ronan,
The Smoke,
Donald Byrd,
Marine Girls,
Grauzone,
Sex Pistols,
The Golliwogs,
Soft Machine,
Pharoah Sanders,
Swell Maps,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.