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 Vietnam 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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 arpeggiator 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
Pussy Galore,
The Happenings,
David McCallum,
Ossler,
Basic Channel,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pharoah Sanders,
Aswad,
The Standells,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Hasil Adkins,
Black Sheep,
Black Flag,
Godley & Creme,
Lower 48,
The Remains,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
the Slits,
Wally Richardson,
Altered Images,
Lucky Dragons,
Prince Buster,
The Young Rascals,
T.S.O.L.,
Eli Mardock,
Bluetip,
Don Cherry,
Lebanon Hanover,
Scan 7,
Funky Four + One,
June of 44,
The Fall,
Judy Mowatt,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Barclay James Harvest,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Smog,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bootsy Collins,
Country Teasers,
Cecil Taylor,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Interpol,
JFA,
Slave,
Rotary Connection,
Sexual Harrassment,
Das Ding,
Electric Prunes,
Hot Snakes,
The Victims,
Average White Band,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bronski Beat,
Brothers Johnson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Moleskins,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.