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 Cyprus and from New York.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Agent Orange 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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
8 Eyed Spy,
Hasil Adkins,
Icehouse,
Buzzcocks,
Joe Finger,
Y Pants,
Chris Corsano,
Erykah Badu,
Minnie Riperton,
EPMD,
Organ,
Terrestrial Tones,
Josef K,
The Vogues,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Mad Mike,
Schoolly D,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ten City,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Blossom Toes,
Vainqueur,
Todd Terry,
The Human League,
Saccharine Trust,
Andrew Hill,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Gories,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ultravox,
the Fania All-Stars,
Boredoms,
Swell Maps,
Ossler,
Henry Cow,
The Mummies,
Lee Hazlewood,
Connie Case,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Stetsasonic,
Gastr Del Sol,
Robert Görl,
Crooked Eye,
Chrome,
Ronan,
Matthew Bourne,
The Residents,
Adolescents,
D'Angelo,
Barbara Tucker,
The Angels of Light,
The Fuzztones,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
FM Einheit,
MDC,
Jimmy McGriff,
Cymande,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.