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 Ecuador and from Toronto.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 theremin 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 Matthew Bourne to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Tommy Roe,
Newcleus,
Camberwell Now,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Standells,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Reagan Youth,
Kurtis Blow,
Ohio Players,
Scrapy,
Organ,
Moebius,
Duran Duran,
The Sonics,
Shoche,
Excepter,
Cecil Taylor,
David McCallum,
The Fire Engines,
X-102,
Derrick Morgan,
The Martian,
The Sound,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Music Machine,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Soulsonic Force,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Slave,
Circle Jerks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Agitation Free,
Darondo,
DNA,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Arab on Radar,
Black Bananas,
Cal Tjader,
Little Man,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Reuben Wilson,
Franke,
Gastr Del Sol,
Groovy Waters,
Bluetip,
Letta Mbulu,
Terry Callier,
Dawn Penn,
Babytalk,
Young Marble Giants,
Skarface,
Amon Düül II,
One Last Wish,
Dark Day,
Boredoms,
Avey Tare,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.