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 Rwanda 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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 clarinet 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 John Holt to the rap 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
The Offenders,
Nik Kershaw,
Ronan,
Michelle Simonal,
Dennis Brown,
Average White Band,
Von Mondo,
X-101,
Gastr Del Sol,
The J.B.'s,
the Association,
Jeff Mills,
Newcleus,
David McCallum,
Japan,
Sister Nancy,
The Angels of Light,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Main Source,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Can,
Nirvana,
Kas Product,
This Heat,
Pantytec,
Lightning Bolt,
Iggy Pop,
The Kinks,
Stockholm Monsters,
Cheater Slicks,
Hardrive,
Intrusion,
Sonic Youth,
The Saints,
The Last Poets,
La Düsseldorf,
The Fire Engines,
Bush Tetras,
Amon Düül II,
Lou Christie,
Wolf Eyes,
The Happenings,
Tres Demented,
F. McDonald,
Crispian St. Peters,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Marc Almond,
The Walker Brothers,
The Smiths,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Wire,
Al Stewart,
Fela Kuti,
Skriet,
Radiohead,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Audionom,
Grauzone,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.