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 Kazakhstan and from Mumbai.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 chamberlin 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 Aural Exciters to the disco 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
X-Ray Spex,
Nas,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Mad Mike,
Mantronix,
Ituana,
Lalann,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pylon,
Deakin,
Young Marble Giants,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Matthew Bourne,
Derrick May,
Josef K,
Q65,
Whodini,
Erykah Badu,
Japan,
kango's stein massive,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Dave Gahan,
This Heat,
The Electric Prunes,
Black Flag,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bobby Womack,
Gregory Isaacs,
The American Breed,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Derrick Morgan,
Laurel Aitken,
DJ Sneak,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Groovy Waters,
The Sound,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Negative Approach,
The Moleskins,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lucky Dragons,
Janne Schatter,
Delon & Dalcan,
Terry Callier,
Cheater Slicks,
These Immortal Souls,
Danielle Patucci,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Al Stewart,
Glenn Branca,
Jacques Brel,
Byron Stingily,
Ornette Coleman,
Urselle,
Crash Course in Science,
Alice Coltrane,
The Blues Magoos,
Judy Mowatt,
Marcia Griffiths,
Slave,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.