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 Chad and from Edmonton.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 David Bowie 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 Masters at Work to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
Bootsy Collins,
The Blues Magoos,
Technova,
The Zeros,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Outsiders,
Zapp,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Joe Smooth,
Fela Kuti,
Skarface,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Minor Threat,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
the Germs,
Joe Finger,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Cheater Slicks,
Suburban Knight,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sexual Harrassment,
Television Personalities,
Gang of Four,
Slave,
Glenn Branca,
Davy DMX,
The Red Krayola,
Marcia Griffiths,
Alphaville,
Moebius,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Zero Boys,
Judy Mowatt,
Rapeman,
Neil Young,
The Smoke,
Nick Fraelich,
MDC,
Sixth Finger,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Drexciya,
Khruangbin,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
John Cale,
Man Eating Sloth,
Joey Negro,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sparks,
Marc Almond,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Human League,
Neu!,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lungfish,
Basic Channel,
Echospace,
the Slits,
Hashim,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.