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 Bulgaria and from Toronto.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Ohio Players to the electroclash 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 The Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Zeros 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?
Yellowson,
Soul II Soul,
Pulsallama,
Matthew Bourne,
Magazine,
Swans,
The Seeds,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Susan Cadogan,
The Techniques,
Pussy Galore,
Mars,
John Holt,
Arthur Verocai,
Dorothy Ashby,
Procol Harum,
James White and The Blacks,
The Monochrome Set,
Ornette Coleman,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Cluster,
CMW,
Nik Kershaw,
Lou Christie,
Archie Shepp,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Groovy Waters,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bang On A Can,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Beau Brummels,
The Dead C,
Ken Boothe,
Reagan Youth,
Youth Brigade,
Marvin Gaye,
Erasure,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Divine Comedy,
Fad Gadget,
Sarah Menescal,
Don Cherry,
Monks,
F. McDonald,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gichy Dan,
Pere Ubu,
Faust,
Barry Ungar,
The Martian,
Eli Mardock,
Kevin Saunderson,
Blossom Toes,
Country Teasers,
The Electric Prunes,
Rotary Connection,
Symarip,
The Detroit Cobras,
Tomorrow,
Dead Boys,
Traffic Nightmare,
Michelle Simonal,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.