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 San Marino and from Delhi.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 arpeggiator 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the crunk 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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Davy DMX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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 Bar-Kays,
Q65,
Crash Course in Science,
Steve Hackett,
Motorama,
Brass Construction,
The Residents,
Gregory Isaacs,
Livin' Joy,
Barbara Tucker,
Brick,
K-Klass,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pagans,
Camouflage,
The Gladiators,
F. McDonald,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Smoke,
Yaz,
Grey Daturas,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Wasted Youth,
Ponytail,
Accadde A,
Public Enemy,
Niagra,
The Detroit Cobras,
Simply Red,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
June of 44,
The Modern Lovers,
Audionom,
Erykah Badu,
Ituana,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Connie Case,
The Neon Judgement,
The Associates,
The Dirtbombs,
Scientists,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Interpol,
Joensuu 1685,
John Coltrane,
Rufus Thomas,
Average White Band,
Joe Finger,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Susan Cadogan,
Minnie Riperton,
The Kinks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lalo Schifrin,
Spandau Ballet,
Duran Duran,
MDC,
The Pretty Things,
Ronan,
Fad Gadget,
the Sonics,
Deakin,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.