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 Tuvalu and from Bremen.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the güiro 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Monks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Cramps,
Electric Prunes,
The Leaves,
Niagra,
Iggy Pop,
The Modern Lovers,
The Invisible,
Au Pairs,
cv313,
Fluxion,
Eric B and Rakim,
Girls At Our Best!,
Fugazi,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Vogues,
Lindisfarne,
Kurtis Blow,
The J.B.'s,
Desert Stars,
The Beau Brummels,
Grauzone,
Public Enemy,
Schoolly D,
MDC,
Moebius,
Frankie Knuckles,
Fat Boys,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bush Tetras,
Dave Gahan,
Symarip,
Janne Schatter,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sun Ra,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Derrick May,
Duran Duran,
X-101,
Glenn Branca,
Bronski Beat,
U.S. Maple,
Black Moon,
Fear,
Minny Pops,
The Doobie Brothers,
World's Most,
Lightning Bolt,
Young Marble Giants,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sixth Finger,
Shoche,
Q and Not U,
The Shadows of Knight,
Japan,
The Techniques,
Bobby Sherman,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.