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 Taiwan and from Portland.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Donald Fagen 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 Golliwogs to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
Dead Boys,
Model 500,
Interpol,
Niagra,
Juan Atkins,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Dirtbombs,
Robert Görl,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Dual Sessions,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Human League,
Deakin,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Junior Murvin,
Jeff Lynne,
Tomorrow,
Porter Ricks,
Cameo,
Talk Talk,
Kas Product,
Ultimate Spinach,
Franke,
The Young Rascals,
Banda Bassotti,
Iggy Pop,
Black Moon,
Glenn Branca,
48th St. Collective,
Lightning Bolt,
Bobby Hutcherson,
KRS-One,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The American Breed,
Michelle Simonal,
Cluster,
The Modern Lovers,
David Axelrod,
The Standells,
Barry Ungar,
June Days,
Funky Four + One,
The Walker Brothers,
Kurtis Blow,
Little Man,
Guru Guru,
Wolf Eyes,
10cc,
Idris Muhammad,
Country Teasers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kerri Chandler,
Fluxion,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Donny Hathaway,
Half Japanese,
New Age Steppers,
Johnny Clarke,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.