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 Bulgaria and from Edmonton.
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 Shanghai and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Bauhaus to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
Circle Jerks,
The Smoke,
Babytalk,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Todd Terry,
Vainqueur,
Erasure,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Reuben Wilson,
Shoche,
Robert Wyatt,
Crash Course in Science,
Pagans,
Althea and Donna,
Charles Mingus,
The Detroit Cobras,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Last Poets,
Oblivians,
Colin Newman,
The Cowsills,
K-Klass,
Aloha Tigers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Nirvana,
F. McDonald,
The Standells,
Sexual Harrassment,
Excepter,
Vladislav Delay,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pierre Henry,
Erykah Badu,
Terry Callier,
Radiohead,
Lou Christie,
The Cure,
Joe Finger,
Howard Jones,
Deadbeat,
Quando Quango,
The Count Five,
Public Image Ltd.,
Brand Nubian,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kevin Saunderson,
A Certain Ratio,
Andrew Hill,
Half Japanese,
Cybotron,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lindisfarne,
Dennis Brown,
Rotary Connection,
Joe Smooth,
UT,
T.S.O.L.,
Ultimate Spinach,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.