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 Nigeria 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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Donny Hathaway to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
Soft Cell,
Crooked Eye,
Frankie Knuckles,
the Germs,
The American Breed,
OOIOO,
The Martian,
Loose Ends,
Terry Callier,
AZ,
Peter and Kerry,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Mad Mike,
Tommy Roe,
Essential Logic,
Motorama,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ponytail,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rod Modell,
The Mojo Men,
Davy DMX,
Banda Bassotti,
the Association,
Drive Like Jehu,
Joe Finger,
The Birthday Party,
Electric Prunes,
Heaven 17,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Joensuu 1685,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Alison Limerick,
Steve Hackett,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bush Tetras,
Circle Jerks,
Clear Light,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Country Teasers,
Sight & Sound,
The Divine Comedy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Quando Quango,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Searchers,
Cybotron,
A Certain Ratio,
Lee Hazlewood,
Faraquet,
The Motions,
Cecil Taylor,
Youth Brigade,
Kenny Larkin,
The Trojans,
The Moleskins,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.