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 Poland and from Portland.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 clarinet 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 Reagan Youth to the rock 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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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?
The United States of America,
The Gories,
Mars,
Barbara Tucker,
Josef K,
The Vogues,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Slick Rick,
Wings,
Brass Construction,
In Retrospect,
Mantronix,
John Foxx,
Nick Fraelich,
Tomorrow,
The Birthday Party,
Sarah Menescal,
Barrington Levy,
D'Angelo,
The Fugs,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Nik Kershaw,
The Moleskins,
The Smoke,
Brand Nubian,
John Coltrane,
Aloha Tigers,
Vainqueur,
Symarip,
Wolf Eyes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
These Immortal Souls,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gang Gang Dance,
Reuben Wilson,
Tim Buckley,
The Fuzztones,
Lakeside,
Siglo XX,
The Velvet Underground,
Marc Almond,
Lalann,
Little Man,
Crash Course in Science,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Television Personalities,
a-ha,
Eddi Front,
The Neon Judgement,
Aaron Thompson,
Robert Görl,
Angry Samoans,
The Cramps,
The Last Poets,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gang Starr,
Smog,
Todd Terry,
Reagan Youth,
Rufus Thomas,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.