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 Dominican Republic and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Toronto.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Matthew Bourne to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
Minutemen,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Moebius,
Kayak,
the Sonics,
Average White Band,
Qualms,
Michelle Simonal,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Slave,
Black Moon,
Fifty Foot Hose,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Swell Maps,
the Human League,
Roger Hodgson,
Eric B and Rakim,
Can,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Cybotron,
E-Dancer,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Marshall Jefferson,
Boz Scaggs,
Lee Hazlewood,
Blossom Toes,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pere Ubu,
Sexual Harrassment,
Throbbing Gristle,
New Order,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Zeros,
Cymande,
Technova,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Porter Ricks,
Youth Brigade,
D'Angelo,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Skatalites,
A Certain Ratio,
DJ Sneak,
Bush Tetras,
The Searchers,
Flamin' Groovies,
Icehouse,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Panda Bear,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Zapp,
The Index,
Black Sheep,
Joey Negro,
X-102,
Mars,
Vainqueur,
The Associates,
Public Enemy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.