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 South Sudan and from Paris.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 oboe 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 Bizarre Inc. to the electroclash 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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
Icehouse,
Andrew Hill,
Eli Mardock,
The Invisible,
Dead Boys,
Ken Boothe,
The Pop Group,
Youth Brigade,
The Doors,
Cheater Slicks,
Henry Cow,
Peter & Gordon,
Arab on Radar,
The Real Kids,
The Detroit Cobras,
Loose Ends,
JFA,
The New Christs,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Dawn Penn,
The Saints,
Donald Byrd,
The Move,
Bill Wells,
Radiohead,
Heaven 17,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Barbara Tucker,
Quando Quango,
Althea and Donna,
Charles Mingus,
Alton Ellis,
Faraquet,
Porter Ricks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Alarm Clocks,
Harmonia,
Roger Hodgson,
Thompson Twins,
Bluetip,
Toni Rubio,
Drexciya,
Reuben Wilson,
Inner City,
Gil Scott Heron,
Robert Wyatt,
the Sonics,
Aaron Thompson,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Clear Light,
Nick Fraelich,
Massinfluence,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Qualms,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ten City,
Ituana,
Model 500,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.