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 Samoa and from Philadelphia.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Masters at Work to the grunge 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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
James White and The Blacks,
The Golliwogs,
the Association,
New York Dolls,
Bill Near,
Japan,
Joyce Sims,
Delta 5,
Minnie Riperton,
Bill Wells,
The Modern Lovers,
Public Enemy,
Schoolly D,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
John Holt,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Moody Blues,
Todd Terry,
Ice-T,
Lucky Dragons,
Rod Modell,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kenny Larkin,
Banda Bassotti,
Oneida,
Aaron Thompson,
Q and Not U,
Blossom Toes,
Crispian St. Peters,
the Normal,
Infiniti,
Terry Callier,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rites of Spring,
The Remains,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pantaleimon,
Ossler,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kurtis Blow,
the Germs,
DNA,
Altered Images,
Kerri Chandler,
Grandmaster Flash,
Excepter,
Agitation Free,
Bluetip,
Silicon Teens,
Panda Bear,
Crime,
Iggy Pop,
The Index,
Au Pairs,
Aural Exciters,
Urselle,
Josef K,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Leonard Cohen,
AZ,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.