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 Mexico and from London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 guitar 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 The Black Dice to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
The Last Poets,
Sight & Sound,
Surgeon,
The J.B.'s,
Derrick Morgan,
Royal Trux,
Fela Kuti,
Sexual Harrassment,
Tears for Fears,
Kerrie Biddell,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gabor Szabo,
Lower 48,
Q65,
Dead Boys,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Depeche Mode,
Quantec,
The Grass Roots,
Bluetip,
The Smoke,
Spoonie Gee,
Monks,
Joy Division,
The Offenders,
David McCallum,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Robert Wyatt,
Jacques Brel,
Chris Corsano,
Janne Schatter,
Camberwell Now,
Das Ding,
Nick Fraelich,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Kinks,
Mark Hollis,
The Zeros,
The Doors,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Alison Limerick,
Radiohead,
Brothers Johnson,
F. McDonald,
Popol Vuh,
Roxy Music,
The Divine Comedy,
Girls At Our Best!,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Vladislav Delay,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Carl Craig,
Tomorrow,
Anakelly,
L. Decosne,
Babytalk,
Bang On A Can,
Little Man,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Masters at Work,
48th St. Collective,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.