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 Lithuania and from Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 David Bowie 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 Derrick Morgan to the disco 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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
Supertramp,
Gang Green,
The Dave Clark Five,
Hoover,
Kas Product,
Marine Girls,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Black Flag,
Jacob Miller,
Boz Scaggs,
Shuggie Otis,
Vladislav Delay,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
8 Eyed Spy,
Althea and Donna,
Yazoo,
Urselle,
Blossom Toes,
Accadde A,
the Germs,
K-Klass,
Tomorrow,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Quadrant,
R.M.O.,
Pantytec,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Erykah Badu,
James White and The Blacks,
Robert Görl,
Schoolly D,
Avey Tare,
The Blues Magoos,
Sound Behaviour,
Scratch Acid,
Pet Shop Boys,
kango's stein massive,
Cecil Taylor,
Big Daddy Kane,
Amon Düül,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Offenders,
Deepchord,
Vainqueur,
Barrington Levy,
Parry Music,
Leonard Cohen,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Cluster,
Flash Fearless,
Motorama,
The Knickerbockers,
Joensuu 1685,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Graham Central Station,
Todd Rundgren,
Eve St. Jones,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Grey Daturas,
Deadbeat,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.