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 Congo and from Accra.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 snare 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 The Velvet Underground to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Martian,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ronnie Foster,
Animal Collective,
Bronski Beat,
Second Layer,
The Toasters,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
the Slits,
A Certain Ratio,
Lucky Dragons,
Fear,
E-Dancer,
Icehouse,
Eric Copeland,
Von Mondo,
Cybotron,
Kurtis Blow,
Deadbeat,
Robert Hood,
K-Klass,
The Searchers,
Aaron Thompson,
Dead Boys,
Ludus,
Electric Prunes,
Young Marble Giants,
Audionom,
Cameo,
Inner City,
Kerri Chandler,
The Modern Lovers,
Tres Demented,
Black Moon,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Funkadelic,
X-102,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Roxy Music,
Bobby Womack,
Mary Jane Girls,
Funky Four + One,
Echospace,
Heaven 17,
The Residents,
John Lydon,
Boogie Down Productions,
Terry Callier,
Rosa Yemen,
Depeche Mode,
The Victims,
The Angels of Light,
Lalo Schifrin,
the Fania All-Stars,
Spoonie Gee,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
New Age Steppers,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Selecter,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.