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 Afghanistan and from Copenhagen.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 June of 44 to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
the Soft Cell,
Donny Hathaway,
Jesper Dahlback,
Tomorrow,
Tom Boy,
T. Rex,
Grauzone,
Skaos,
Ornette Coleman,
Godley & Creme,
Moebius,
Eve St. Jones,
One Last Wish,
The Offenders,
Boz Scaggs,
The Knickerbockers,
The Names,
Gabor Szabo,
The Golliwogs,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
H. Thieme,
Essential Logic,
World's Most,
Monolake,
The Grass Roots,
Reuben Wilson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Man Eating Sloth,
Soul II Soul,
Sight & Sound,
Swell Maps,
Model 500,
Mars,
The Modern Lovers,
Sandy B,
Rekid,
The Busters,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rhythm & Sound,
Erasure,
Harry Pussy,
Swans,
Judy Mowatt,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ultimate Spinach,
U.S. Maple,
Dual Sessions,
Saccharine Trust,
New Order,
Derrick May,
Cal Tjader,
the Fania All-Stars,
Con Funk Shun,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jerry's Kids,
Newcleus,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Techniques,
Black Moon,
Blake Baxter,
Robert Hood,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.