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 Lithuania and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Captain Beefheart 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 The Standells to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
The Gories,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Fire Engines,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Subhumans,
Ralphi Rosario,
The United States of America,
Gang of Four,
FM Einheit,
Juan Atkins,
A Certain Ratio,
kango's stein massive,
Babytalk,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
La Düsseldorf,
June of 44,
Rapeman,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ponytail,
Jeru the Damaja,
Amon Düül II,
The Moleskins,
Junior Murvin,
8 Eyed Spy,
Godley & Creme,
Make Up,
Liliput,
Spandau Ballet,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Joy Division,
The J.B.'s,
Joe Finger,
Lou Christie,
Rotary Connection,
D'Angelo,
Kurtis Blow,
Ultra Naté,
The Skatalites,
John Holt,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Country Teasers,
The Smoke,
The New Christs,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Qualms,
Mission of Burma,
The Dirtbombs,
Basic Channel,
Nico,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lee Hazlewood,
Franke,
Cheater Slicks,
The Gun Club,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ten City,
Sun City Girls,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell.
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.