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 Latvia and from Manila.
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 Taipei 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 808 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 Soul II Soul to the funk 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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
Girls At Our Best!,
Be Bop Deluxe,
E-Dancer,
Pantaleimon,
Surgeon,
The Names,
Newcleus,
Drive Like Jehu,
Soft Machine,
Guru Guru,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Graham Central Station,
Bobby Sherman,
The Neon Judgement,
Toni Rubio,
Mandrill,
Minny Pops,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Deakin,
Jandek,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Barracudas,
Juan Atkins,
cv313,
8 Eyed Spy,
Prince Buster,
Lucky Dragons,
Reagan Youth,
One Last Wish,
Flash Fearless,
Black Moon,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Modern Lovers,
Amon Düül II,
Erasure,
Fugazi,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
L. Decosne,
Chris Corsano,
Joe Finger,
Adolescents,
Second Layer,
Goldenarms,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ice-T,
The Alarm Clocks,
Groovy Waters,
Arthur Verocai,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lyres,
Aaron Thompson,
Donny Hathaway,
The Divine Comedy,
Metal Thangz,
Gang Green,
Spandau Ballet,
Gang of Four,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.