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 Mexico and from Columbus.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Symarip to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Flipper,
Rufus Thomas,
Soul Sonic Force,
LL Cool J,
Das Ding,
Von Mondo,
Ash Ra Tempel,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Echospace,
Kerri Chandler,
Ronan,
The Sonics,
Alison Limerick,
Yellowson,
Babytalk,
Brass Construction,
the Slits,
The Count Five,
Warsaw,
Hoover,
Eddi Front,
Minny Pops,
The Gories,
A Certain Ratio,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Livin' Joy,
Wasted Youth,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
FM Einheit,
Steve Hackett,
Dave Gahan,
The Smoke,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Gun Club,
Joy Division,
Public Enemy,
The Litter,
the Normal,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lyres,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sixth Finger,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Roger Hodgson,
Banda Bassotti,
Accadde A,
T. Rex,
Andrew Hill,
The Saints,
Reuben Wilson,
The Happenings,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Slits,
Niagra,
Little Man,
The Buckinghams,
Yaz,
The Five Americans,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.