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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Johannesburg.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 Jesper Dahlback to the techno 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 Fugs. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
Tropical Tobacco,
Crash Course in Science,
The Buckinghams,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Blake Baxter,
Anakelly,
The Five Americans,
Y Pants,
Reagan Youth,
Radiopuhelimet,
Susan Cadogan,
Wings,
Piero Umiliani,
Gichy Dan,
Khruangbin,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Boogie Down Productions,
Swell Maps,
Porter Ricks,
The Trojans,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Dead C,
Grandmaster Flash,
Electric Prunes,
Barbara Tucker,
This Heat,
Unrelated Segments,
Altered Images,
Visage,
Rakim,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rhythm & Sound,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Morten Harket,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jerry Gold Smith,
the Human League,
Freddie Wadling,
Suicide,
Peter and Kerry,
Massinfluence,
Pussy Galore,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bobby Sherman,
The Sound,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ponytail,
X-102,
Crime,
Todd Rundgren,
Blancmange,
Rod Modell,
Cymande,
Lightning Bolt,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Dave Clark Five,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
KRS-One,
New Age Steppers,
Bobby Womack,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.