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 Algeria and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Barry Ungar to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
Morten Harket,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Electric Prunes,
The Move,
Beasts of Bourbon,
UT,
Main Source,
Motorama,
Peter & Gordon,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Standells,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Slave,
Kenny Larkin,
Pylon,
Maleditus Sound,
Trumans Water,
Public Enemy,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Slits,
June Days,
Underground Resistance,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Curtis Mayfield,
Isaac Hayes,
Johnny Osbourne,
Symarip,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Cramps,
Metal Thangz,
Echospace,
Lalann,
Gang Starr,
The Electric Prunes,
Janne Schatter,
Magazine,
Eric Dolphy,
Eden Ahbez,
Wolf Eyes,
The Cowsills,
Josef K,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Easy Going,
Minor Threat,
Susan Cadogan,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sun Ra,
The Wake,
Buzzcocks,
Tubeway Army,
Gang Gang Dance,
John Holt,
The Knickerbockers,
Icehouse,
Throbbing Gristle,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Index,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.