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 Senegal and from Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Delon & Dalcan to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Golliwogs,
Cecil Taylor,
The Skatalites,
Jacob Miller,
The Dave Clark Five,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ludus,
The Sound,
The J.B.'s,
48th St. Collective,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Electric Prunes,
Sonic Youth,
Make Up,
China Crisis,
Faraquet,
Stereo Dub,
Nico,
LL Cool J,
D'Angelo,
KRS-One,
The Associates,
Kerri Chandler,
OOIOO,
Max Romeo,
Black Moon,
New York Dolls,
Brothers Johnson,
Fat Boys,
Peter & Gordon,
Zero Boys,
Boredoms,
Wings,
Gang Green,
Gang of Four,
E-Dancer,
Urselle,
Donny Hathaway,
John Holt,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Quantec,
Blake Baxter,
Lindisfarne,
Nation of Ulysses,
Mad Mike,
Pierre Henry,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Model 500,
Joey Negro,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Motions,
Lakeside,
Excepter,
Black Sheep,
Anthony Braxton,
John Cale,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.