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 Jordan and from Tehran.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Unwound to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Can. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
Essential Logic,
Bang On A Can,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Brand Nubian,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
John Lydon,
Grey Daturas,
The Shadows of Knight,
Donald Byrd,
The Motions,
Half Japanese,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
John Foxx,
Wally Richardson,
Bobby Byrd,
The Cowsills,
Arcadia,
Sexual Harrassment,
Subhumans,
Don Cherry,
JFA,
Cecil Taylor,
Nas,
Saccharine Trust,
Basic Channel,
Severed Heads,
The Beau Brummels,
Skaos,
the Normal,
The Remains,
Howard Jones,
Graham Central Station,
Q and Not U,
Josef K,
Althea and Donna,
Rekid,
Girls At Our Best!,
Index,
Hashim,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Visage,
Sex Pistols,
Ronan,
Moss Icon,
Glambeats Corp.,
Arab on Radar,
June Days,
Cheater Slicks,
Joe Smooth,
Khruangbin,
Section 25,
The Angels of Light,
Blake Baxter,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Frankie Knuckles,
Al Stewart,
Nirvana,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.