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 Liberia and from Copenhagen.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 spring reverb 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 Mighty Diamonds to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
James White and The Blacks,
Josef K,
Newcleus,
Girls At Our Best!,
Morten Harket,
Lungfish,
Niagra,
Glenn Branca,
David Axelrod,
Michelle Simonal,
Pagans,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sandy B,
Subhumans,
The Residents,
The Techniques,
Cluster,
Unrelated Segments,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Funkadelic,
Flash Fearless,
Henry Cow,
Marine Girls,
Siglo XX,
Janne Schatter,
Cheater Slicks,
T.S.O.L.,
CMW,
Kenny Larkin,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pierre Henry,
Model 500,
Connie Case,
Graham Central Station,
Howard Jones,
Cal Tjader,
A Certain Ratio,
Gichy Dan,
Johnny Osbourne,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
H. Thieme,
Dawn Penn,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
8 Eyed Spy,
Excepter,
Crispy Ambulance,
Camberwell Now,
Chrome,
Lalann,
Rapeman,
Second Layer,
The Stooges,
Angry Samoans,
Deadbeat,
Radiohead,
Slick Rick,
June Days,
Barry Ungar,
Sarah Menescal,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.