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 Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Urselle to the electroclash 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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
Alphaville,
Roxette,
The Divine Comedy,
Janne Schatter,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Eric B and Rakim,
Soul Sonic Force,
Skriet,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Grandmaster Flash,
the Human League,
Matthew Halsall,
Country Teasers,
Andrew Hill,
Lyres,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Can,
Davy DMX,
Arab on Radar,
Mark Hollis,
Goldenarms,
Robert Hood,
Mantronix,
Oneida,
The Searchers,
Kerri Chandler,
Rotary Connection,
Ultra Naté,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Fall,
Girls At Our Best!,
ABC,
Dual Sessions,
The Pop Group,
The Red Krayola,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sun Ra,
Metal Thangz,
Al Stewart,
Make Up,
The Vogues,
Pagans,
Boredoms,
Eli Mardock,
Bad Manners,
The Golliwogs,
Black Flag,
Infiniti,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Magma,
Pantytec,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Frankie Knuckles,
Zapp,
The Last Poets,
The Electric Prunes,
Barbara Tucker,
The Smoke,
U.S. Maple,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.