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 Belarus and from Shanghai.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 organ 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 dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
Electric Light Orchestra,
R.M.O.,
Nico,
Chrome,
Parry Music,
Audionom,
Hashim,
Crime,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Cure,
Nation of Ulysses,
Spandau Ballet,
Unrelated Segments,
Stockholm Monsters,
Agitation Free,
Bluetip,
Terry Callier,
Qualms,
Chris Corsano,
Brass Construction,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Silicon Teens,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Flamin' Groovies,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Neon Judgement,
Faust,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Robert Görl,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Erykah Badu,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Mantronix,
Toni Rubio,
Tres Demented,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Infiniti,
The Index,
Letta Mbulu,
Marcia Griffiths,
Public Enemy,
Alphaville,
Marine Girls,
kango's stein massive,
The Wake,
The New Christs,
Grey Daturas,
Mandrill,
Liliput,
Ludus,
The Searchers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Slits,
X-101,
Lucky Dragons,
Unwound,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Remains,
Brick,
The Slackers,
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.