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 Solomon Islands and from Houston.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Donald Fagen 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 This Heat to the jazz 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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
MDC,
Joy Division,
Simply Red,
Radiopuhelimet,
Marmalade,
Bobby Womack,
Marshall Jefferson,
Roxette,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Eden Ahbez,
Marine Girls,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Michelle Simonal,
Roxy Music,
Funky Four + One,
The Real Kids,
Todd Terry,
Rakim,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Vogues,
Popol Vuh,
Depeche Mode,
H. Thieme,
Barclay James Harvest,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Wire,
The Fuzztones,
Crash Course in Science,
Dark Day,
The Blackbyrds,
Johnny Osbourne,
Yusef Lateef,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jesper Dahlback,
The New Christs,
Supertramp,
Aswad,
The Flesh Eaters,
Stiv Bators,
Sex Pistols,
Bush Tetras,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Avey Tare,
Electric Prunes,
U.S. Maple,
Tubeway Army,
Essential Logic,
The Names,
Radiohead,
Sparks,
Animal Collective,
Crooked Eye,
The Pretty Things,
ABBA,
The Monks,
Amon Düül II,
Con Funk Shun,
Sister Nancy,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.