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 Vanuatu and from Stockholm.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 theremin 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 The Busters to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pharoah Sanders,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Black Flag,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Accadde A,
Ponytail,
KRS-One,
The Barracudas,
Rosa Yemen,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bluetip,
Josef K,
La Düsseldorf,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kayak,
Pantytec,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Procol Harum,
Lightning Bolt,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Names,
Gastr Del Sol,
Aloha Tigers,
Model 500,
The Pretty Things,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bauhaus,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
the Association,
Lou Reed,
Sam Rivers,
The Beau Brummels,
K-Klass,
Erasure,
Swans,
Scott Walker,
MC5,
Malaria!,
Tubeway Army,
Circle Jerks,
Curtis Mayfield,
New Age Steppers,
Scion,
Aaron Thompson,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Unwound,
Peter & Gordon,
Scientists,
Harry Pussy,
cv313,
The Modern Lovers,
Nas,
The Walker Brothers,
Das Ding,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.