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 Nigeria and from Tehran.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Ultra Naté to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Mojo Men,
Susan Cadogan,
Fugazi,
Au Pairs,
A Certain Ratio,
Mad Mike,
Parry Music,
Massinfluence,
Duran Duran,
Stetsasonic,
The Sonics,
Patti Smith,
Laurel Aitken,
Blancmange,
Delta 5,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kevin Saunderson,
The United States of America,
The Knickerbockers,
The Grass Roots,
The Velvet Underground,
Chris & Cosey,
Masters at Work,
Bad Manners,
Siglo XX,
Nils Olav,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pulsallama,
Ronnie Foster,
Pagans,
Sugar Minott,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Terry Callier,
Bauhaus,
Silicon Teens,
Brothers Johnson,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Quadrant,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Al Stewart,
Jandek,
Lalann,
Danielle Patucci,
Don Cherry,
The Pop Group,
Deadbeat,
Livin' Joy,
The Martian,
Crispian St. Peters,
Maurizio,
The Happenings,
Essential Logic,
Gong,
Lakeside,
Eve St. Jones,
Mandrill,
Man Parrish,
kango's stein massive,
Niagra,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Tubeway Army,
Radio Birdman,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.