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 Andorra and from Bologna.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Erasure to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
Howard Jones,
Henry Cow,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Fall,
Lou Reed,
June Days,
Juan Atkins,
The Cure,
The Stooges,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Minnie Riperton,
Accadde A,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Aaron Thompson,
Pet Shop Boys,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Letta Mbulu,
Severed Heads,
Kevin Saunderson,
Crispian St. Peters,
the Association,
Marmalade,
Bobby Hutcherson,
John Coltrane,
Slick Rick,
Sixth Finger,
The Fire Engines,
Half Japanese,
New York Dolls,
JFA,
Alice Coltrane,
Terrestrial Tones,
Camouflage,
Mars,
Hoover,
Metal Thangz,
Camberwell Now,
Ultravox,
Gong,
Cluster,
Stockholm Monsters,
Scott Walker,
Crooked Eye,
Barry Ungar,
Sex Pistols,
Mary Jane Girls,
Das Ding,
Banda Bassotti,
Wolf Eyes,
Man Eating Sloth,
Toni Rubio,
Hot Snakes,
World's Most,
Lucky Dragons,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Vogues,
Oneida,
Nas,
Mandrill,
the Bar-Kays,
Kool Moe Dee,
Average White Band,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.