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 Romania and from Taipei.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Buckinghams to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
The Mojo Men,
James White and The Blacks,
China Crisis,
Gang Green,
Nirvana,
Vainqueur,
Jerry's Kids,
Intrusion,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Evens,
Sight & Sound,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Black Bananas,
Goldenarms,
Flipper,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Anthony Braxton,
The Busters,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Frankie Knuckles,
Guru Guru,
Make Up,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Anakelly,
Sister Nancy,
Soul II Soul,
Minnie Riperton,
Marc Almond,
Mr. Review,
Boogie Down Productions,
Todd Terry,
Eurythmics,
Black Pus,
The Vogues,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gang of Four,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Wake,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Buckinghams,
Godley & Creme,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Invisible,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Patti Smith,
Television,
Sixth Finger,
Cluster,
Rekid,
Peter & Gordon,
Gang Starr,
The Flesh Eaters,
Joe Smooth,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.