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 Marshall Islands and from Milan.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 güiro 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 Tears for Fears to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron 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 Happenings,
Youth Brigade,
Franke,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gichy Dan,
Average White Band,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Gladiators,
Wings,
The Fugs,
Nico,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Litter,
Leonard Cohen,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Joe Finger,
Scratch Acid,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Duran Duran,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Real Kids,
The Fortunes,
Iggy Pop,
Shuggie Otis,
Erasure,
Main Source,
Avey Tare,
Arcadia,
The Walker Brothers,
Can,
Kas Product,
Big Daddy Kane,
DJ Style,
Babytalk,
Marvin Gaye,
Pharoah Sanders,
Unwound,
The Mojo Men,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Sisters of Mercy,
LL Cool J,
Barclay James Harvest,
Joe Smooth,
Scan 7,
Lindisfarne,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sight & Sound,
Tom Boy,
The Toasters,
Slave,
Howard Jones,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Human League,
The Motions,
The Alarm Clocks,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bang On A Can,
Janne Schatter,
Black Flag,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.