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 Russia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Tim Buckley to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
Smog,
Fear,
Lightning Bolt,
Grandmaster Flash,
Trumans Water,
Mission of Burma,
Quadrant,
Lucky Dragons,
The Selecter,
Bobby Sherman,
Boz Scaggs,
Hasil Adkins,
OOIOO,
Livin' Joy,
Infiniti,
Reuben Wilson,
Soulsonic Force,
Bobby Byrd,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Tremeloes,
Laurel Aitken,
Patti Smith,
Procol Harum,
Pet Shop Boys,
Clear Light,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Barracudas,
Magma,
Swans,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Zero Boys,
EPMD,
The Blackbyrds,
E-Dancer,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bob Dylan,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Velvet Underground,
Simply Red,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
John Lydon,
Mad Mike,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Invisible,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
CMW,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Seeds,
Icehouse,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Nick Fraelich,
Funkadelic,
Drexciya,
Television,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Eli Mardock,
Quantec,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.