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 Mozambique and from Delhi.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Spokane.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Dead Boys to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
Erasure,
Pharoah Sanders,
This Heat,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Count Five,
Donald Byrd,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Royal Trux,
Amon Düül,
Unwound,
Amazonics,
Nirvana,
Black Flag,
Masters at Work,
Basic Channel,
Marshall Jefferson,
B.T. Express,
Danielle Patucci,
Iggy Pop,
Pantytec,
Leonard Cohen,
Parry Music,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Yusef Lateef,
Joe Smooth,
Black Moon,
Main Source,
Unrelated Segments,
The Black Dice,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Magazine,
Q65,
D'Angelo,
Oblivians,
Alice Coltrane,
John Lydon,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Faraquet,
Lightning Bolt,
Ituana,
The Zeros,
Saccharine Trust,
Young Marble Giants,
Pet Shop Boys,
Cluster,
Prince Buster,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Spandau Ballet,
Warsaw,
the Soft Cell,
The Gories,
Isaac Hayes,
The Moleskins,
Adolescents,
Mo-Dettes,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Detroit Cobras,
Visage,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.