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 Afghanistan and from Jakarta.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 Danielle Patucci to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Fad Gadget,
Rosa Yemen,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Saccharine Trust,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Japan,
Organ,
The Misunderstood,
48th St. Collective,
Fluxion,
Dave Gahan,
Barbara Tucker,
New Age Steppers,
Graham Central Station,
Lyres,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Symarip,
Byron Stingily,
Yaz,
The Mighty Diamonds,
L. Decosne,
Alphaville,
These Immortal Souls,
Brand Nubian,
Crime,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bobby Womack,
Delta 5,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sex Pistols,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jandek,
Aaron Thompson,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Robert Hood,
Michelle Simonal,
Andrew Hill,
Adolescents,
Arthur Verocai,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ossler,
Hasil Adkins,
Visage,
Bobby Sherman,
DJ Sneak,
DNA,
Scan 7,
Silicon Teens,
The Offenders,
Loose Ends,
Urselle,
Connie Case,
Radio Birdman,
Marmalade,
Little Man,
FM Einheit,
Nirvana,
Zero Boys,
Skriet,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.