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 Tanzania and from Portland.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 arpeggiator 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 Y Pants to the jazz 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
Neil Young,
Flipper,
Black Bananas,
Second Layer,
Faust,
Don Cherry,
Japan,
Arcadia,
The Electric Prunes,
Thompson Twins,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Durutti Column,
The Monks,
Bush Tetras,
Aloha Tigers,
Average White Band,
The Pretty Things,
Circle Jerks,
E-Dancer,
The Cramps,
Zapp,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kool Moe Dee,
Charles Mingus,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sex Pistols,
Echospace,
The Move,
Brick,
Index,
DJ Sneak,
Hasil Adkins,
Jacob Miller,
Bobby Sherman,
EPMD,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bad Manners,
Harry Pussy,
The Slackers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Khruangbin,
The Last Poets,
Aswad,
Pussy Galore,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Oblivians,
Bauhaus,
Swell Maps,
Dual Sessions,
Monolake,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Nirvana,
The Monochrome Set,
London Community Gospel Choir,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Banda Bassotti,
Scan 7,
The Misunderstood,
Animal Collective,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.