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 Iceland and from Sao Paulo.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
Cecil Taylor,
KRS-One,
The Gladiators,
Patti Smith,
The Monochrome Set,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Doors,
DNA,
Spoonie Gee,
Talk Talk,
Spandau Ballet,
Lakeside,
This Heat,
Saccharine Trust,
The Evens,
Erykah Badu,
Pole,
Alphaville,
Skaos,
Sonny Sharrock,
Iggy Pop,
Throbbing Gristle,
Underground Resistance,
The Modern Lovers,
Symarip,
Scrapy,
Morten Harket,
10cc,
Public Enemy,
the Soft Cell,
Monks,
T. Rex,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Scan 7,
The Names,
Lightning Bolt,
The Black Dice,
Hoover,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
John Coltrane,
Andrew Hill,
Echospace,
Crispian St. Peters,
Frankie Knuckles,
Leonard Cohen,
Agitation Free,
Terry Callier,
Robert Görl,
Marvin Gaye,
Prince Buster,
The Fortunes,
Todd Rundgren,
Technova,
The Happenings,
Sister Nancy,
Ultravox,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bad Manners,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Main Source,
Section 25,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.