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 Nepal and from Sao Paulo.
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 Hong Kong and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Michael McDonald 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 Peter and Kerry to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Association record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
Sister Nancy,
The Residents,
Index,
Soft Machine,
Scratch Acid,
Rod Modell,
The Trojans,
Nick Fraelich,
Agitation Free,
Ituana,
Max Romeo,
Donald Byrd,
Anthony Braxton,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jeff Lynne,
Pet Shop Boys,
Banda Bassotti,
Audionom,
Bob Dylan,
Jerry's Kids,
T. Rex,
June of 44,
Nirvana,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Swell Maps,
One Last Wish,
Frankie Knuckles,
10cc,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Angels of Light,
Television,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Selecter,
Ralphi Rosario,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Derrick Morgan,
Talk Talk,
Lou Christie,
Black Moon,
Popol Vuh,
Toni Rubio,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Minny Pops,
EPMD,
Little Man,
Sight & Sound,
FM Einheit,
Porter Ricks,
The Misunderstood,
Surgeon,
Mission of Burma,
Circle Jerks,
Wasted Youth,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Standells,
Saccharine Trust,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.