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 Portugal 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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and London.
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 snare 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 The Gun Club to the dance 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 The Remains. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Angels of Light,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jacques Brel,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jacob Miller,
Schoolly D,
Jeff Lynne,
Glambeats Corp.,
Grauzone,
The Red Krayola,
Nas,
DJ Style,
Man Parrish,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Don Cherry,
Little Man,
Al Stewart,
Gregory Isaacs,
Spoonie Gee,
John Cale,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Country Teasers,
Amon Düül II,
Scientists,
Duran Duran,
Main Source,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Mandrill,
Terrestrial Tones,
Franke,
Metal Thangz,
The Knickerbockers,
Fluxion,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bizarre Inc.,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lebanon Hanover,
Hashim,
Jandek,
The Birthday Party,
Dorothy Ashby,
Intrusion,
Stereo Dub,
Magma,
David McCallum,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Delta 5,
Au Pairs,
Ultimate Spinach,
Tubeway Army,
Sparks,
8 Eyed Spy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Moebius,
Gerry Rafferty,
New Order,
Lower 48,
X-102,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.