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 Equatorial Guinea and from Manila.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 F. McDonald to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
Ronan,
Robert Görl,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Move,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Saints,
Spoonie Gee,
The Smiths,
Amon Düül,
Pantaleimon,
MDC,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Derrick May,
Nils Olav,
Bizarre Inc.,
Chris Corsano,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Man Parrish,
Blancmange,
Mad Mike,
Sun Ra,
Jacques Brel,
Barclay James Harvest,
Marcia Griffiths,
Severed Heads,
Easy Going,
Nas,
Yaz,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Robert Wyatt,
Pet Shop Boys,
In Retrospect,
Unrelated Segments,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Toni Rubio,
Fugazi,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Aloha Tigers,
Bluetip,
Cybotron,
Jawbox,
Hot Snakes,
Alice Coltrane,
Erasure,
Dawn Penn,
Byron Stingily,
Marine Girls,
Fat Boys,
Groovy Waters,
David McCallum,
Quadrant,
Andrew Hill,
Hardrive,
The Dead C,
Freddie Wadling,
Bootsy Collins,
Stereo Dub,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Clear Light,
The Busters,
Audionom,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.