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 Argentina and from Mexico City.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Selector Dub Narcotic 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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
the Normal,
One Last Wish,
Nirvana,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Misunderstood,
Marc Almond,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Alton Ellis,
B.T. Express,
The Angels of Light,
John Foxx,
The Smiths,
Average White Band,
Young Marble Giants,
Agitation Free,
Jeff Lynne,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Peter and Kerry,
Gastr Del Sol,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ice-T,
Procol Harum,
Gang Starr,
Eli Mardock,
The Residents,
Morten Harket,
Camberwell Now,
Sight & Sound,
Bluetip,
Eddi Front,
Josef K,
Aloha Tigers,
Yellowson,
Black Sheep,
Lou Christie,
Dennis Brown,
Hasil Adkins,
Prince Buster,
Joe Finger,
Aural Exciters,
Charles Mingus,
Metal Thangz,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Aswad,
Fear,
Panda Bear,
The Gap Band,
Silicon Teens,
Isaac Hayes,
The Pop Group,
Maleditus Sound,
Soft Cell,
Depeche Mode,
Flash Fearless,
Pagans,
Deakin,
Ludus,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Organ,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.