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 Singapore and from London.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Gang Gang Dance to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Halsall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
The Evens,
Wally Richardson,
The Seeds,
Crash Course in Science,
Crime,
Black Pus,
Donny Hathaway,
Scientists,
The Golliwogs,
The Busters,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
John Cale,
Lyres,
The Standells,
Arthur Verocai,
Can,
Blancmange,
Gang Gang Dance,
Iggy Pop,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kerri Chandler,
Thompson Twins,
Soft Machine,
The Cramps,
Eric Dolphy,
The Dead C,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bobby Womack,
Roxette,
Barclay James Harvest,
Steve Hackett,
World's Most,
Animal Collective,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Zero Boys,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
OOIOO,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
John Coltrane,
Warsaw,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pylon,
Ossler,
Lou Christie,
Niagra,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Erykah Badu,
Agitation Free,
Agent Orange,
Scott Walker,
Amon Düül,
Severed Heads,
The Durutti Column,
Gabor Szabo,
Amon Düül II,
H. Thieme,
Nirvana,
Ultimate Spinach,
Charles Mingus,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.