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 Turkey and from Bremen.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Accra.
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 clarinet 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 The Cramps to the rap 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 The New Christs. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiopuhelimet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
Aaron Thompson,
Rufus Thomas,
Dawn Penn,
Sexual Harrassment,
Schoolly D,
The Cramps,
June Days,
Marc Almond,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jerry's Kids,
Aural Exciters,
Johnny Clarke,
Hasil Adkins,
Ronnie Foster,
Connie Case,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gabor Szabo,
Eve St. Jones,
Basic Channel,
The Blackbyrds,
Smog,
Spoonie Gee,
Marshall Jefferson,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Crispy Ambulance,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pere Ubu,
Patti Smith,
8 Eyed Spy,
Nirvana,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Buzzcocks,
Ludus,
Tears for Fears,
The Grass Roots,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Birthday Party,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
PIL,
The Fuzztones,
MC5,
Average White Band,
Cecil Taylor,
Rhythm & Sound,
New Age Steppers,
Maleditus Sound,
Avey Tare,
Loose Ends,
The Gories,
Delon & Dalcan,
Scan 7,
Mandrill,
Erykah Badu,
Donny Hathaway,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ronan,
Index,
Dark Day,
Half Japanese,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.