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 Ivory Coast and from Madrid.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Johannesburg.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Q65 to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Happenings. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
The Litter,
Zero Boys,
Jimmy McGriff,
Inner City,
The Fortunes,
Marvin Gaye,
Q and Not U,
ABC,
Sonic Youth,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kas Product,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ronan,
Big Daddy Kane,
H. Thieme,
Toni Rubio,
Saccharine Trust,
Lou Reed,
Clear Light,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Tremeloes,
The Divine Comedy,
Barry Ungar,
Mr. Review,
Unrelated Segments,
Jacob Miller,
Gang of Four,
Schoolly D,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The New Christs,
the Fania All-Stars,
World's Most,
The Toasters,
Absolute Body Control,
Quantec,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lyres,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Suicide,
Zapp,
Pylon,
Piero Umiliani,
Buzzcocks,
The Blues Magoos,
June Days,
Letta Mbulu,
Todd Rundgren,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Swans,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Wolf Eyes,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pussy Galore,
a-ha,
Lungfish,
Gang Gang Dance,
Make Up,
Chris & Cosey,
Icehouse,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.