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 Micronesia 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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 theremin 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 Yaz to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Last Poets,
The Flesh Eaters,
X-102,
Icehouse,
Amazonics,
Whodini,
Black Pus,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Roxy Music,
The Offenders,
Grey Daturas,
The Wake,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Black Flag,
The Residents,
Boogie Down Productions,
Howard Jones,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Aloha Tigers,
The Five Americans,
Adolescents,
Anakelly,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Barracudas,
Junior Murvin,
The Searchers,
Minutemen,
Bobby Womack,
The Monochrome Set,
Eurythmics,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Motorama,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Laurel Aitken,
Los Fastidios,
The Pretty Things,
Essential Logic,
Byron Stingily,
Jacques Brel,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Drive Like Jehu,
Malaria!,
48th St. Collective,
Kaleidoscope,
Hoover,
Fela Kuti,
Cal Tjader,
Max Romeo,
The Sound,
Pantaleimon,
Peter & Gordon,
Young Marble Giants,
Soul II Soul,
Josef K,
Oblivians,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Stiv Bators,
Jandek,
DNA,
The Doobie Brothers,
Alice Coltrane,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.