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 Cambodia and from New York.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 theremin 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
Depeche Mode,
Smog,
Jandek,
Rites of Spring,
Television Personalities,
Kerri Chandler,
The Grass Roots,
Panda Bear,
Royal Trux,
R.M.O.,
Stereo Dub,
Soulsonic Force,
Monks,
Hot Snakes,
Subhumans,
Matthew Halsall,
Absolute Body Control,
the Human League,
Newcleus,
Wire,
Joensuu 1685,
Althea and Donna,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Anakelly,
Glambeats Corp.,
Max Romeo,
Joe Smooth,
The Wake,
The Seeds,
Graham Central Station,
Public Enemy,
Agitation Free,
Liliput,
The Young Rascals,
Gil Scott Heron,
Fad Gadget,
Banda Bassotti,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
John Lydon,
Ten City,
Colin Newman,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Mark Hollis,
Eurythmics,
Matthew Bourne,
La Düsseldorf,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lindisfarne,
Moss Icon,
The Neon Judgement,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Marvin Gaye,
Deakin,
Isaac Hayes,
Aloha Tigers,
The Sound,
The Smoke,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.