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 Marshall Islands and from Toronto.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 synthesizer 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 Brand Nubian to the electroclash 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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Gun Club,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Stiv Bators,
The Associates,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Accadde A,
The Techniques,
Joe Smooth,
H. Thieme,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Faust,
Monolake,
The Moody Blues,
Funkadelic,
DNA,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bobby Womack,
Al Stewart,
Fugazi,
Alphaville,
Lyres,
AZ,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Hardrive,
Smog,
the Normal,
Mr. Review,
Echospace,
Connie Case,
Skarface,
The Invisible,
The Searchers,
Hasil Adkins,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Trojans,
Tomorrow,
Sister Nancy,
Symarip,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Golliwogs,
Roy Ayers,
Cluster,
Ossler,
Black Bananas,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rosa Yemen,
Agitation Free,
Idris Muhammad,
Kaleidoscope,
The Martian,
Grauzone,
Swell Maps,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Toasters,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bauhaus,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Little Man,
Kurtis Blow,
Lou Christie,
Minnie Riperton,
Soul II Soul,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.