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 Uzbekistan and from Accra.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Cheater Slicks to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Hardrive,
Mars,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
ABBA,
La Düsseldorf,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ituana,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Surgeon,
The Grass Roots,
the Germs,
Amon Düül II,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Mission of Burma,
Lakeside,
Lower 48,
Von Mondo,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
the Bar-Kays,
Mark Hollis,
Pole,
Vladislav Delay,
Au Pairs,
Anthony Braxton,
Darondo,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kerri Chandler,
Mary Jane Girls,
Swell Maps,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Flamin' Groovies,
Television Personalities,
The Shadows of Knight,
Nik Kershaw,
Ten City,
The Human League,
Girls At Our Best!,
Camouflage,
Radio Birdman,
Rod Modell,
Jacques Brel,
Donald Byrd,
Patti Smith,
Reagan Youth,
Thee Headcoats,
Panda Bear,
Fatback Band,
Rites of Spring,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Boredoms,
Avey Tare,
R.M.O.,
The Monochrome Set,
Liliput,
Cal Tjader,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Peter and Kerry,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.