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 Bahrain and from Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the rock 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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
Spandau Ballet,
Soft Machine,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Skriet,
World's Most,
The American Breed,
Circle Jerks,
Technova,
Slave,
Kurtis Blow,
Youth Brigade,
Adolescents,
Marmalade,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
the Swans,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sister Nancy,
The Selecter,
AZ,
Wings,
Anthony Braxton,
Porter Ricks,
The Moleskins,
Camberwell Now,
New Age Steppers,
Radiopuhelimet,
Brick,
Pole,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Terry Callier,
the Soft Cell,
Khruangbin,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Skatalites,
Electric Prunes,
Sun Ra,
A Certain Ratio,
Erasure,
X-Ray Spex,
The Stooges,
Crooked Eye,
Black Sheep,
Dave Gahan,
Barbara Tucker,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sugar Minott,
Arcadia,
Rhythm & Sound,
Todd Rundgren,
Wally Richardson,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Moby Grape,
Grauzone,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gichy Dan,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lou Christie,
F. McDonald,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.