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 Houston.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Zero Boys to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Sound,
Barbara Tucker,
Pantaleimon,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Amon Düül,
Erykah Badu,
FM Einheit,
Jeru the Damaja,
Desert Stars,
Magma,
Chris & Cosey,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Doobie Brothers,
8 Eyed Spy,
kango's stein massive,
Trumans Water,
Inner City,
Dorothy Ashby,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Yellowson,
Whodini,
Janne Schatter,
Sugar Minott,
Gil Scott Heron,
Oneida,
X-Ray Spex,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Crime,
Robert Wyatt,
Junior Murvin,
Ultravox,
Sam Rivers,
Sex Pistols,
Liliput,
T. Rex,
Eden Ahbez,
Tom Boy,
Nas,
Aloha Tigers,
The Grass Roots,
Model 500,
The Standells,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pagans,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Camouflage,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Parry Music,
Soft Machine,
the Fania All-Stars,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
DJ Style,
Unrelated Segments,
Rotary Connection,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Throbbing Gristle,
Spoonie Gee,
Flash Fearless,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kaleidoscope,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.