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 Guinea and from Bremen.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the rap 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 The Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
The Smoke,
Dawn Penn,
D'Angelo,
Drexciya,
OOIOO,
Althea and Donna,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Joensuu 1685,
Young Marble Giants,
The Neon Judgement,
Alison Limerick,
MC5,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Grass Roots,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Youth Brigade,
The Beau Brummels,
Aloha Tigers,
Dual Sessions,
Drive Like Jehu,
Faust,
The Monochrome Set,
Morten Harket,
Grandmaster Flash,
Aswad,
Zapp,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rapeman,
X-102,
The Real Kids,
Royal Trux,
Reagan Youth,
Y Pants,
The Sound,
Can,
Harmonia,
Japan,
The Fuzztones,
Technova,
Juan Atkins,
Country Joe & The Fish,
U.S. Maple,
The Leaves,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Divine Comedy,
Ludus,
Lightning Bolt,
The Stooges,
Marshall Jefferson,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pharoah Sanders,
Khruangbin,
Kool Moe Dee,
Brand Nubian,
Panda Bear,
John Coltrane,
Chris & Cosey,
Gregory Isaacs,
Nico,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.