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 Ukraine and from Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Sparks to the grime 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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Talk Talk,
Swans,
Morten Harket,
Drive Like Jehu,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Saccharine Trust,
Unrelated Segments,
June Days,
China Crisis,
Jacques Brel,
Model 500,
Neil Young,
Pharoah Sanders,
Wally Richardson,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Stiv Bators,
Joy Division,
Alton Ellis,
Average White Band,
John Foxx,
Hot Snakes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Aaron Thompson,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Smoke,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ralphi Rosario,
David McCallum,
Quadrant,
Funky Four + One,
Fugazi,
The J.B.'s,
Boz Scaggs,
The Names,
Rotary Connection,
Trumans Water,
Das Ding,
Tomorrow,
Sam Rivers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
the Association,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Stereo Dub,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Siglo XX,
This Heat,
the Normal,
The Slits,
Television Personalities,
The Doobie Brothers,
Nation of Ulysses,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jesper Dahlback,
Roger Hodgson,
The Five Americans,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.