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 Iran and from Mexico City.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lagos.
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 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 Symarip to the dance 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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Black Pus,
the Bar-Kays,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Stooges,
Maleditus Sound,
Henry Cow,
The Techniques,
Wasted Youth,
The Buckinghams,
Eurythmics,
Blancmange,
Ludus,
Bluetip,
Lower 48,
Crime,
Accadde A,
It's A Beautiful Day,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Visage,
Eden Ahbez,
The Birthday Party,
L. Decosne,
Colin Newman,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kerri Chandler,
Popol Vuh,
Lou Reed,
Infiniti,
Can,
D'Angelo,
Mars,
Soul Sonic Force,
Erykah Badu,
Michelle Simonal,
Yaz,
Johnny Osbourne,
Alice Coltrane,
Mr. Review,
Sex Pistols,
Harpers Bizarre,
Iggy Pop,
Soft Machine,
The Red Krayola,
Steve Hackett,
Rufus Thomas,
Mo-Dettes,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Monochrome Set,
Tubeway Army,
Magazine,
Qualms,
The New Christs,
Saccharine Trust,
Nik Kershaw,
Stetsasonic,
Section 25,
the Swans,
Isaac Hayes,
Sandy B,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.