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 Brazil and from Lille.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 808 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 Kinks to the grunge 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum 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?
Sun City Girls,
David Bowie,
The Cowsills,
Banda Bassotti,
The Sonics,
Gil Scott Heron,
Fear,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Nils Olav,
Pantytec,
The Divine Comedy,
Index,
Throbbing Gristle,
New York Dolls,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sun Ra,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Guru Guru,
Roxette,
Youth Brigade,
E-Dancer,
Bad Manners,
Unrelated Segments,
Janne Schatter,
The Cure,
Magazine,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Durutti Column,
Bill Wells,
Joey Negro,
Newcleus,
Groovy Waters,
Rapeman,
Buzzcocks,
Slick Rick,
Arcadia,
Boz Scaggs,
Man Eating Sloth,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
the Swans,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
a-ha,
Lucky Dragons,
One Last Wish,
Minutemen,
Ten City,
Rufus Thomas,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ohio Players,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Stooges,
Ultra Naté,
Al Stewart,
Harry Pussy,
Crispian St. Peters,
Agent Orange,
Franke,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Basic Channel,
DJ Sneak,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ossler,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.