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 Kosovo and from Spokane.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 snare 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
Pet Shop Boys,
Marshall Jefferson,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Smiths,
Amon Düül II,
New Age Steppers,
Arthur Verocai,
The New Christs,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
DNA,
Lungfish,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
JFA,
Television,
Marvin Gaye,
Jimmy McGriff,
Minor Threat,
Juan Atkins,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
CMW,
Black Flag,
Country Teasers,
Monks,
Nils Olav,
K-Klass,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Little Man,
Moebius,
Tres Demented,
Yusef Lateef,
Black Pus,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Moleskins,
Oblivians,
Duran Duran,
Iggy Pop,
Soft Cell,
Nas,
Marine Girls,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kurtis Blow,
Arcadia,
Yaz,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Visage,
Josef K,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kenny Larkin,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Darondo,
Half Japanese,
Rekid,
Gabor Szabo,
Junior Murvin,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.