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 Oman and from Stockholm.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 spring reverb 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 Walker Brothers to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
The Misunderstood,
The Cowsills,
The Fire Engines,
The Skatalites,
10cc,
the Normal,
Judy Mowatt,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Scientists,
The Names,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
This Heat,
Delon & Dalcan,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Harpers Bizarre,
Minny Pops,
Outsiders,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gang Gang Dance,
UT,
Donny Hathaway,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Mojo Men,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Moebius,
New York Dolls,
Joyce Sims,
Trumans Water,
The Monochrome Set,
Brand Nubian,
The Index,
Au Pairs,
Sonny Sharrock,
Loose Ends,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bad Manners,
The Zeros,
Country Teasers,
Drive Like Jehu,
Roger Hodgson,
Camouflage,
Intrusion,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Niagra,
B.T. Express,
The Gories,
Faraquet,
Bill Near,
Derrick May,
The Black Dice,
Skarface,
Nation of Ulysses,
Alice Coltrane,
Terrestrial Tones,
One Last Wish,
LL Cool J,
Wolf Eyes,
The Velvet Underground,
Youth Brigade,
Surgeon,
Animal Collective,
The Fuzztones,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.