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 Sri Lanka 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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Cymande to the electroclash 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
Derrick Morgan,
Gang Gang Dance,
Alice Coltrane,
the Swans,
Aswad,
LL Cool J,
Mars,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Move,
Kevin Saunderson,
Mandrill,
The Misunderstood,
Hoover,
Ten City,
The Monks,
Kerri Chandler,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Con Funk Shun,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lindisfarne,
Curtis Mayfield,
8 Eyed Spy,
Josef K,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Magazine,
Pussy Galore,
The Dirtbombs,
Infiniti,
FM Einheit,
Swans,
Throbbing Gristle,
the Normal,
K-Klass,
Gregory Isaacs,
La Düsseldorf,
Lalann,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Barracudas,
Peter & Gordon,
Moby Grape,
Don Cherry,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sällskapet,
Quando Quango,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ituana,
Japan,
Siglo XX,
Sight & Sound,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Suburban Knight,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Arab on Radar,
Pantaleimon,
Excepter,
Wolf Eyes,
Flash Fearless,
Rod Modell,
Fatback Band,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.