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 Bhutan and from Madrid.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Mission of Burma to the rock 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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
H. Thieme,
The Trojans,
The Motions,
Sexual Harrassment,
CMW,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Prince Buster,
Ludus,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Selecter,
Henry Cow,
Ultra Naté,
Los Fastidios,
The Cure,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Gladiators,
Cal Tjader,
Lower 48,
The Dirtbombs,
John Holt,
X-102,
Barbara Tucker,
Malaria!,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Music Machine,
Flipper,
Talk Talk,
The Stooges,
Radiohead,
Man Eating Sloth,
David Axelrod,
Gil Scott Heron,
Al Stewart,
Darondo,
Alison Limerick,
Slick Rick,
Funkadelic,
The Cosmic Jokers,
New Age Steppers,
Black Moon,
Heaven 17,
Isaac Hayes,
Kevin Saunderson,
Minutemen,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Mary Jane Girls,
T. Rex,
Adolescents,
Janne Schatter,
Ultravox,
Erykah Badu,
Chris Corsano,
Funky Four + One,
Fela Kuti,
Wolf Eyes,
Ronan,
Infiniti,
The Five Americans,
Howard Jones,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.