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 Tanzania and from Copenhagen.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Boz Scaggs to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Essential Logic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
Joy Division,
The Mojo Men,
Magazine,
Charles Mingus,
Niagra,
Joensuu 1685,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Blues Magoos,
The Monks,
Reuben Wilson,
Ten City,
Terrestrial Tones,
Mo-Dettes,
Gerry Rafferty,
the Soft Cell,
Cecil Taylor,
Brass Construction,
Monolake,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Section 25,
Dave Gahan,
cv313,
Glenn Branca,
Albert Ayler,
Nirvana,
Fela Kuti,
Sonny Sharrock,
Procol Harum,
Zapp,
The Cure,
Gang of Four,
Quando Quango,
Juan Atkins,
Skriet,
Susan Cadogan,
Faust,
Au Pairs,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Aaron Thompson,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Fluxion,
Delta 5,
Agitation Free,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ronnie Foster,
Todd Rundgren,
Subhumans,
Bush Tetras,
Arthur Verocai,
Aloha Tigers,
Brick,
Pole,
Brothers Johnson,
Saccharine Trust,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kerri Chandler,
Infiniti,
Black Flag,
Crash Course in Science,
Pet Shop Boys,
Todd Terry,
Suburban Knight,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.