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 Somalia and from Mexico City.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Royal Family And The Poor to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
the Bar-Kays,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Duran Duran,
Black Pus,
The Wake,
The Remains,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pagans,
Magma,
EPMD,
Judy Mowatt,
Jacques Brel,
Gang Green,
Brand Nubian,
Al Stewart,
Yellowson,
Moby Grape,
It's A Beautiful Day,
D'Angelo,
Lower 48,
Kayak,
Bush Tetras,
June Days,
Pylon,
Tom Boy,
Hardrive,
The Litter,
Pantaleimon,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sound Behaviour,
James White and The Blacks,
The Moody Blues,
The Electric Prunes,
Jacob Miller,
Au Pairs,
Erasure,
AZ,
Surgeon,
Kool Moe Dee,
Theoretical Girls,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Buckinghams,
Laurel Aitken,
The Young Rascals,
Arab on Radar,
The Victims,
One Last Wish,
ABBA,
Outsiders,
Camouflage,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Public Enemy,
Aural Exciters,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Nas,
Maurizio,
Arcadia,
Massinfluence,
Subhumans,
Mary Jane Girls,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.