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 Tajikistan 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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Connie Case to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
Michelle Simonal,
Kurtis Blow,
Bootsy Collins,
Neu!,
Fluxion,
Neil Young,
Kas Product,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Crispian St. Peters,
Soft Machine,
Marshall Jefferson,
Siglo XX,
Radio Birdman,
Intrusion,
Pet Shop Boys,
DJ Sneak,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Marvin Gaye,
New York Dolls,
Cybotron,
The Techniques,
Lalann,
Surgeon,
Joyce Sims,
Television,
Yaz,
Sister Nancy,
the Association,
Hardrive,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Dark Day,
PIL,
Grauzone,
Marine Girls,
John Coltrane,
Eden Ahbez,
The Victims,
Steve Hackett,
Lebanon Hanover,
Circle Jerks,
La Düsseldorf,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bronski Beat,
Fad Gadget,
Clear Light,
Letta Mbulu,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sixth Finger,
The Zeros,
Alice Coltrane,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Magazine,
Lower 48,
The Happenings,
Josef K,
Althea and Donna,
Harpers Bizarre,
Brass Construction,
Pussy Galore,
Pantytec,
Monks,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.