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 Philippines and from Shanghai.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Grandmaster Flash to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
Aural Exciters,
Magma,
Marine Girls,
New Age Steppers,
Andrew Hill,
Godley & Creme,
the Human League,
Basic Channel,
Colin Newman,
The Modern Lovers,
Thompson Twins,
The Pretty Things,
Todd Rundgren,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Hasil Adkins,
Bauhaus,
Fugazi,
Roy Ayers,
Letta Mbulu,
8 Eyed Spy,
Alison Limerick,
The Trojans,
The Durutti Column,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Blackbyrds,
Babytalk,
Unwound,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Byron Stingily,
Connie Case,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Dead C,
the Association,
Heaven 17,
Arcadia,
Joensuu 1685,
Make Up,
Monolake,
Half Japanese,
Arab on Radar,
Sugar Minott,
Theoretical Girls,
Country Teasers,
Popol Vuh,
F. McDonald,
Minny Pops,
Michelle Simonal,
Sarah Menescal,
The Index,
The Star Department,
Livin' Joy,
Supertramp,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
MDC,
Smog,
La Düsseldorf,
Dual Sessions,
Mad Mike,
Agent Orange,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.