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 Turkey and from Shanghai.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Golliwogs to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Alarm Clocks,
June Days,
Bang On A Can,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Wings,
Ohio Players,
Altered Images,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Cameo,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Little Man,
Tommy Roe,
DJ Style,
X-101,
Albert Ayler,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
John Coltrane,
Graham Central Station,
Nik Kershaw,
Todd Terry,
Jawbox,
Soul Sonic Force,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Basic Channel,
Stereo Dub,
Lower 48,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Desert Stars,
The Shadows of Knight,
Neu!,
The Cure,
Urselle,
DJ Sneak,
Make Up,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Morten Harket,
Guru Guru,
Y Pants,
Porter Ricks,
The Tremeloes,
Joe Smooth,
Charles Mingus,
Carl Craig,
Roxette,
Oblivians,
Stetsasonic,
Gregory Isaacs,
Wire,
The Durutti Column,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Animal Collective,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Yusef Lateef,
Niagra,
Nils Olav,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.