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 Bahrain and from Salvador.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Houston.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 KRS-One to the funk 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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
Khruangbin,
Black Sheep,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Fear,
Make Up,
Qualms,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Urselle,
Skarface,
The Durutti Column,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bill Wells,
Heaven 17,
Blake Baxter,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Buckinghams,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Remains,
Tropical Tobacco,
Donald Byrd,
Mary Jane Girls,
Eurythmics,
Soul Sonic Force,
Guru Guru,
Bob Dylan,
Jerry's Kids,
The Birthday Party,
Television,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Amon Düül,
Hot Snakes,
Marvin Gaye,
The Stooges,
Gang Starr,
Lebanon Hanover,
Cybotron,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Cecil Taylor,
Fad Gadget,
Eric Dolphy,
Model 500,
Gichy Dan,
Loose Ends,
Talk Talk,
Sight & Sound,
Stereo Dub,
Blancmange,
DJ Sneak,
Altered Images,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Public Enemy,
Black Bananas,
Monks,
Peter and Kerry,
Tears for Fears,
Erykah Badu,
Organ,
Fifty Foot Hose,
R.M.O.,
Max Romeo,
David Bowie,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.