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 Afghanistan and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Pantytec to the rock 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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
Kool Moe Dee,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Marine Girls,
La Düsseldorf,
Bush Tetras,
Neu!,
Graham Central Station,
Lou Reed,
ABC,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Idris Muhammad,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Detroit Cobras,
Junior Murvin,
Altered Images,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Raincoats,
Sarah Menescal,
Boredoms,
Yusef Lateef,
Sonny Sharrock,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Associates,
The Last Poets,
Jacob Miller,
Hoover,
Stockholm Monsters,
Accadde A,
Negative Approach,
KRS-One,
Patti Smith,
Y Pants,
Ten City,
X-Ray Spex,
Supertramp,
Piero Umiliani,
The Music Machine,
Scion,
Crime,
Saccharine Trust,
Loose Ends,
The Cramps,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Second Layer,
Fear,
Bobby Womack,
Matthew Bourne,
Black Sheep,
Mary Jane Girls,
Yaz,
Talk Talk,
Rod Modell,
Malaria!,
Delon & Dalcan,
Alton Ellis,
Half Japanese,
Das Ding,
Roxette,
Sandy B,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.