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 Marshall Islands and from Halifax.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 harpsichord 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 Mandrill to the dance 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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
The Selecter,
R.M.O.,
Gang Starr,
Von Mondo,
Bill Near,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
John Coltrane,
The Remains,
Lee Hazlewood,
Patti Smith,
Johnny Clarke,
Lalann,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Eric Dolphy,
Sex Pistols,
Marshall Jefferson,
Skarface,
Jawbox,
Dead Boys,
Pylon,
Sister Nancy,
Gang of Four,
Todd Terry,
Joey Negro,
The Last Poets,
Robert Wyatt,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Skriet,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Avey Tare,
Alton Ellis,
Steve Hackett,
PIL,
Pagans,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Letta Mbulu,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rhythm & Sound,
Nick Fraelich,
Erasure,
The Moleskins,
The Evens,
Moss Icon,
Jacques Brel,
The Pop Group,
Colin Newman,
Sun Ra,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Smoke,
The United States of America,
Joyce Sims,
Wasted Youth,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Joe Finger,
The Slackers,
Kerri Chandler,
Deepchord,
Black Sheep,
cv313,
James White and The Blacks,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.