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 China and from Columbus.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Lakeside to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
The Doobie Brothers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Birthday Party,
Nas,
Pylon,
the Slits,
Unrelated Segments,
Todd Rundgren,
Jacques Brel,
DJ Style,
Reuben Wilson,
Animal Collective,
Sam Rivers,
Royal Trux,
Rapeman,
Harmonia,
Mary Jane Girls,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ten City,
Slave,
A Certain Ratio,
8 Eyed Spy,
Duran Duran,
Crime,
Stereo Dub,
Neu!,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Easy Going,
Junior Murvin,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Das Ding,
The Angels of Light,
Chrome,
The Fuzztones,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Standells,
The Young Rascals,
Crispy Ambulance,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ronan,
Al Stewart,
Eddi Front,
Marine Girls,
The Vogues,
Scott Walker,
the Bar-Kays,
Circle Jerks,
Swans,
Yaz,
Hardrive,
Jeff Mills,
MDC,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Graham Central Station,
The Sisters of Mercy,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Walker Brothers,
Popol Vuh,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.