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 Honduras and from Shanghai.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Bush Tetras to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 the Normal. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
KRS-One,
Zapp,
Bobby Byrd,
Pylon,
The Mojo Men,
Surgeon,
Schoolly D,
Gang of Four,
Wings,
The Monochrome Set,
The Smiths,
Gang Gang Dance,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Brass Construction,
Technova,
A Certain Ratio,
the Normal,
T.S.O.L.,
Model 500,
The American Breed,
Yazoo,
The Raincoats,
Tim Buckley,
Banda Bassotti,
Ten City,
Slick Rick,
Ronan,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Cheater Slicks,
Suicide,
Joyce Sims,
LL Cool J,
Guru Guru,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Index,
Lou Reed,
Charles Mingus,
Kool Moe Dee,
Underground Resistance,
The Gap Band,
The Offenders,
Joey Negro,
The Standells,
Faraquet,
Avey Tare,
Simply Red,
Hot Snakes,
The Cure,
Idris Muhammad,
The Gories,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jeff Lynne,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sandy B,
Bush Tetras,
F. McDonald,
Aaron Thompson,
Scientists,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.