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 Slovenia and from Mumbai.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Ten City to the electroclash 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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
Von Mondo,
Hardrive,
Yellowson,
Public Enemy,
Aural Exciters,
Anthony Braxton,
The Mummies,
Kurtis Blow,
Wire,
Moby Grape,
Jacob Miller,
Rapeman,
Fort Wilson Riot,
This Heat,
Animal Collective,
The Gap Band,
Massinfluence,
Roger Hodgson,
The Seeds,
Glambeats Corp.,
the Soft Cell,
CMW,
MC5,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Amon Düül,
Brick,
Kaleidoscope,
Gong,
Hoover,
Tres Demented,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ludus,
Junior Murvin,
Goldenarms,
Erykah Badu,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Radio Birdman,
Kool Moe Dee,
Tom Boy,
Tommy Roe,
One Last Wish,
Neil Young,
Lebanon Hanover,
The J.B.'s,
Wally Richardson,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kas Product,
Barbara Tucker,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pantytec,
The Associates,
The Techniques,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Flamin' Groovies,
Oneida,
the Germs,
Arthur Verocai,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.