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 South Sudan and from Spokane.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 organ 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 Marc Almond to the funk 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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
Pulsallama,
Grey Daturas,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bang On A Can,
The Martian,
Cameo,
Goldenarms,
The Electric Prunes,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Durutti Column,
Urselle,
Jeff Lynne,
Mantronix,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Los Fastidios,
Iggy Pop,
The Young Rascals,
Youth Brigade,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Deadbeat,
Panda Bear,
Steve Hackett,
Aaron Thompson,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Wake,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
John Holt,
The Offenders,
Eli Mardock,
Isaac Hayes,
Todd Terry,
Trumans Water,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Eddi Front,
The Black Dice,
The Cure,
Arcadia,
Neil Young,
Prince Buster,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ralphi Rosario,
Barry Ungar,
This Heat,
Aloha Tigers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Inner City,
The Remains,
The Mummies,
Gichy Dan,
Yellowson,
Ronnie Foster,
X-101,
Camouflage,
The Seeds,
Unwound,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Kinks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Blossom Toes,
Ice-T,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.