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 Turkmenistan and from Paris.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 synthesizer 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 CMW to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
Excepter,
Ponytail,
Q and Not U,
Sex Pistols,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bob Dylan,
Slave,
Aswad,
Jandek,
R.M.O.,
Hardrive,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kenny Larkin,
Drive Like Jehu,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Livin' Joy,
Idris Muhammad,
Connie Case,
Susan Cadogan,
Arab on Radar,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Scan 7,
Neil Young,
Unrelated Segments,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jerry's Kids,
Henry Cow,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Siglo XX,
Chrome,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Gories,
Yellowson,
Peter and Kerry,
Essential Logic,
Smog,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Scion,
The Red Krayola,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Kinks,
Nils Olav,
Pantytec,
Wolf Eyes,
Roxy Music,
A Certain Ratio,
Anakelly,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Index,
Lalann,
Suburban Knight,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Seeds,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Tomorrow,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kevin Saunderson,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.