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 Malawi and from Salvador.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Fluxion to the funk 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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Severed Heads record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
Bizarre Inc.,
Oblivians,
Minor Threat,
Icehouse,
The Fortunes,
Sugar Minott,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ultimate Spinach,
10cc,
Sparks,
Tres Demented,
Intrusion,
Mission of Burma,
The Selecter,
T.S.O.L.,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Symarip,
Gang of Four,
Scion,
Rapeman,
Tubeway Army,
The Dead C,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sly & The Family Stone,
John Foxx,
Scratch Acid,
Bauhaus,
The Golliwogs,
Grauzone,
Howard Jones,
The Victims,
The American Breed,
The Fugs,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
X-101,
Public Enemy,
Agitation Free,
ABC,
Quantec,
Gichy Dan,
Lou Christie,
The Seeds,
Sarah Menescal,
The Gap Band,
The Five Americans,
Monolake,
U.S. Maple,
Byron Stingily,
The Busters,
Franke,
Joy Division,
Bobby Womack,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lou Reed,
Deadbeat,
Newcleus,
Marine Girls,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.