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 Antigua and from Tehran.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lyon.
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 marimba 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 Aaron Thompson to the disco 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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
Flash Fearless,
Sound Behaviour,
Jawbox,
Das Ding,
The Cramps,
Todd Rundgren,
Pagans,
Funkadelic,
Gong,
Joe Finger,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Colin Newman,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Black Flag,
the Bar-Kays,
Q and Not U,
Minor Threat,
Silicon Teens,
The Selecter,
Iggy Pop,
Moss Icon,
8 Eyed Spy,
Aural Exciters,
Deadbeat,
Bill Wells,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Siglo XX,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Vladislav Delay,
Loose Ends,
Brothers Johnson,
Amon Düül II,
The Smiths,
The Alarm Clocks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Electric Prunes,
The Pretty Things,
Ralphi Rosario,
Joey Negro,
Archie Shepp,
Severed Heads,
Max Romeo,
Sun Ra,
Outsiders,
Sixth Finger,
Matthew Halsall,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Minny Pops,
Saccharine Trust,
Kevin Saunderson,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Barrington Levy,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.