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 Kenya and from Paris.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Outsiders to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
The Red Krayola,
JFA,
R.M.O.,
Bad Manners,
Bobby Womack,
Roxy Music,
Mantronix,
The Motions,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Connie Case,
The Five Americans,
Ronnie Foster,
Nils Olav,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Delta 5,
Roy Ayers,
Wally Richardson,
Danielle Patucci,
Arcadia,
John Foxx,
Dawn Penn,
The Slackers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Letta Mbulu,
Joey Negro,
Robert Görl,
the Swans,
Second Layer,
Quando Quango,
Loose Ends,
Q and Not U,
David Axelrod,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Glenn Branca,
Anakelly,
Skarface,
DJ Style,
Donald Byrd,
Ossler,
Panda Bear,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Eric Dolphy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Dark Day,
Faust,
The Monochrome Set,
World's Most,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Barclay James Harvest,
X-101,
Young Marble Giants,
Erasure,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Marshall Jefferson,
Schoolly D,
John Cale,
Harry Pussy,
La Düsseldorf,
Scrapy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.