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 Poland 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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Chocolate Watch Band to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Fatback Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
Erykah Badu,
Underground Resistance,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
ABC,
Kayak,
Mars,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ralphi Rosario,
Flamin' Groovies,
X-102,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
DJ Sneak,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Piero Umiliani,
Bad Manners,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Nick Fraelich,
Alison Limerick,
Television,
The Beau Brummels,
The Grass Roots,
Johnny Osbourne,
Eden Ahbez,
Interpol,
Royal Trux,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jandek,
Thee Headcoats,
Quantec,
Echospace,
Peter & Gordon,
Funky Four + One,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Saccharine Trust,
Clear Light,
The Slits,
Wasted Youth,
Rod Modell,
Matthew Bourne,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
the Association,
John Coltrane,
Camouflage,
Schoolly D,
Andrew Hill,
Michelle Simonal,
The Cowsills,
Scrapy,
Ultra Naté,
Sex Pistols,
Chris & Cosey,
Throbbing Gristle,
KRS-One,
The Standells,
New Order,
Flipper,
Soft Machine,
Qualms,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.