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 Jamaica and from Columbus.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Lou Reed 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jeru the Damaja,
Metal Thangz,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Boredoms,
Lower 48,
Lou Reed,
Das Ding,
The Human League,
The Cramps,
Harmonia,
James White and The Blacks,
Liliput,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Music Machine,
Ronan,
Colin Newman,
Sparks,
The Monochrome Set,
The Leaves,
Procol Harum,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Fuzztones,
Dennis Brown,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Shoche,
Joe Finger,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pantytec,
Quando Quango,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Tommy Roe,
Negative Approach,
Neu!,
Brand Nubian,
Al Stewart,
China Crisis,
Neil Young,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sam Rivers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Arab on Radar,
Suburban Knight,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Fortunes,
Ohio Players,
Arcadia,
The Blues Magoos,
Scientists,
Marine Girls,
Royal Trux,
Kas Product,
Goldenarms,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.