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 Papua New Guinea 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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 Nils Olav to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
Rekid,
Delta 5,
Camberwell Now,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Erasure,
Icehouse,
a-ha,
The Mummies,
A Certain Ratio,
Circle Jerks,
Glenn Branca,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Pop Group,
Desert Stars,
the Germs,
Idris Muhammad,
Godley & Creme,
The Grass Roots,
Kas Product,
Alison Limerick,
Donny Hathaway,
Eric Copeland,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Motions,
Intrusion,
Todd Rundgren,
Soul Sonic Force,
Altered Images,
Oneida,
Niagra,
Little Man,
Dual Sessions,
Crash Course in Science,
Peter & Gordon,
Gang Green,
X-102,
Blancmange,
Kevin Saunderson,
New York Dolls,
Suicide,
Eve St. Jones,
Bang On A Can,
Arcadia,
Kaleidoscope,
Pantaleimon,
Unrelated Segments,
Procol Harum,
Anthony Braxton,
Bad Manners,
Scan 7,
Radio Birdman,
Radiohead,
Babytalk,
Banda Bassotti,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Angels of Light,
The Monks,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.