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 Turkmenistan and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sister Nancy to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
Ronan,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Davy DMX,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Dead C,
Ken Boothe,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
KRS-One,
Marcia Griffiths,
Brand Nubian,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Alison Limerick,
MDC,
Sandy B,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
the Bar-Kays,
Los Fastidios,
Funky Four + One,
Blake Baxter,
Rotary Connection,
Brick,
Kevin Saunderson,
Scan 7,
Gang Starr,
Altered Images,
F. McDonald,
Camberwell Now,
Camouflage,
Easy Going,
Icehouse,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pere Ubu,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sarah Menescal,
Bluetip,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Victims,
Pantaleimon,
Kool Moe Dee,
China Crisis,
The Selecter,
The Angels of Light,
E-Dancer,
Faraquet,
Byron Stingily,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Birthday Party,
Slave,
The Seeds,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kurtis Blow,
Tears for Fears,
The Fuzztones,
Quadrant,
the Swans,
Joensuu 1685,
Black Pus,
Steve Hackett,
the Germs,
Lou Reed,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.