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 East Timor 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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Bush Tetras to the funk 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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar 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 sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
Severed Heads,
Sällskapet,
This Heat,
The Modern Lovers,
Fatback Band,
Franke,
Nico,
The Move,
Soulsonic Force,
Metal Thangz,
Don Cherry,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Panda Bear,
Cymande,
John Holt,
Main Source,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
cv313,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Thee Headcoats,
Bobby Byrd,
Nik Kershaw,
The Busters,
the Normal,
Black Moon,
Loose Ends,
Country Teasers,
Mandrill,
Wolf Eyes,
Dead Boys,
Gang of Four,
Terry Callier,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The J.B.'s,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Sonics,
Brick,
Whodini,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Minny Pops,
The Mummies,
Gong,
Bronski Beat,
Scion,
Popol Vuh,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Alton Ellis,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Smiths,
Erasure,
The Fortunes,
The Moody Blues,
World's Most,
Connie Case,
PIL,
New Order,
Japan,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Livin' Joy,
Faraquet,
Josef K,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.