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 Saudi Arabia and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Schoolly D to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Art Ensemble Of Chicago record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
Minor Threat,
These Immortal Souls,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lower 48,
Crash Course in Science,
Talk Talk,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Eric B and Rakim,
Television,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Dual Sessions,
Main Source,
The Wake,
The Fire Engines,
Michelle Simonal,
Masters at Work,
Excepter,
the Slits,
Roger Hodgson,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Cecil Taylor,
Slick Rick,
Rufus Thomas,
Sällskapet,
Idris Muhammad,
Von Mondo,
Porter Ricks,
Au Pairs,
Fluxion,
The Smiths,
Organ,
Flash Fearless,
Soft Machine,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Mark Hollis,
Nik Kershaw,
Wally Richardson,
Kurtis Blow,
F. McDonald,
8 Eyed Spy,
Animal Collective,
Faust,
Wolf Eyes,
The Sound,
Eli Mardock,
Nico,
Rotary Connection,
FM Einheit,
Motorama,
Robert Hood,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ossler,
Eurythmics,
John Lydon,
The Electric Prunes,
The Standells,
Eric Copeland,
The Motions,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Matthew Halsall,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.