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 South Africa and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 ABBA to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
Joe Finger,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Skaos,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Cameo,
Hardrive,
DJ Style,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Trojans,
Todd Rundgren,
Peter and Kerry,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sight & Sound,
Khruangbin,
Deepchord,
The Red Krayola,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Music Machine,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Al Stewart,
Bobby Womack,
The Toasters,
Blancmange,
The Star Department,
A Certain Ratio,
U.S. Maple,
Leonard Cohen,
China Crisis,
Mark Hollis,
Organ,
The Index,
Gastr Del Sol,
Public Enemy,
Brick,
Eric Copeland,
The Slackers,
Minutemen,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Invisible,
Niagra,
Black Flag,
The Barracudas,
Henry Cow,
The Sound,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ornette Coleman,
T.S.O.L.,
Jacob Miller,
Youth Brigade,
Yazoo,
ABC,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Crime,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jandek,
Rosa Yemen,
The Slits,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.