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 Botswana and from Jakarta.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 harpsichord 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 Ornette Coleman to the grime 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
Crash Course in Science,
Das Ding,
Ronan,
Byron Stingily,
Tears for Fears,
Reuben Wilson,
Josef K,
Sex Pistols,
Kaleidoscope,
Scientists,
cv313,
Lyres,
Duran Duran,
The Grass Roots,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rosa Yemen,
Scott Walker,
This Heat,
Schoolly D,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Alton Ellis,
Lower 48,
Aswad,
Camberwell Now,
Wally Richardson,
X-101,
Ten City,
Roxette,
The Skatalites,
The Selecter,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Dennis Brown,
Marmalade,
the Normal,
The Buckinghams,
Country Teasers,
Nico,
The Pop Group,
The Cure,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Livin' Joy,
Mission of Burma,
Japan,
Sarah Menescal,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Moleskins,
the Germs,
James White and The Blacks,
DJ Sneak,
Connie Case,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bluetip,
Drexciya,
T.S.O.L.,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Quando Quango,
Lou Reed,
The Velvet Underground,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Suburban Knight,
Toni Rubio,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.