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 Iran and from Manchester.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 chamberlin 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 Black Moon to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
The Buckinghams,
Albert Ayler,
Todd Terry,
Robert Görl,
Bizarre Inc.,
Country Teasers,
Jeff Lynne,
OOIOO,
Morten Harket,
Jacques Brel,
The Dirtbombs,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pere Ubu,
Eurythmics,
Franke,
Andrew Hill,
Half Japanese,
Qualms,
Public Enemy,
Black Sheep,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gastr Del Sol,
Hot Snakes,
Juan Atkins,
Frankie Knuckles,
Roxy Music,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Mojo Men,
The Smoke,
B.T. Express,
the Slits,
Brothers Johnson,
Wings,
Barbara Tucker,
Ten City,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Gories,
MDC,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Trumans Water,
R.M.O.,
Sight & Sound,
Saccharine Trust,
Arthur Verocai,
Jerry Gold Smith,
KRS-One,
Letta Mbulu,
Scion,
Reagan Youth,
Alton Ellis,
Goldenarms,
Toni Rubio,
Stereo Dub,
Fela Kuti,
Archie Shepp,
Marcia Griffiths,
Make Up,
Lungfish,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pussy Galore,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.