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 Liechtenstein and from Woodstock.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Marvin Gaye,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Music Machine,
The Gap Band,
Quadrant,
Ken Boothe,
Crispy Ambulance,
Visage,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lungfish,
Brothers Johnson,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Fat Boys,
Ludus,
The Buckinghams,
Charles Mingus,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Dennis Brown,
Aswad,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
La Düsseldorf,
The Grass Roots,
Shuggie Otis,
Japan,
Glenn Branca,
The Toasters,
Nation of Ulysses,
Inner City,
MC5,
Janne Schatter,
Trumans Water,
New York Dolls,
Roxette,
Soft Machine,
Wings,
the Soft Cell,
Godley & Creme,
The Wake,
Morten Harket,
Al Stewart,
Index,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Man Parrish,
Glambeats Corp.,
Magazine,
Kenny Larkin,
a-ha,
the Sonics,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Silicon Teens,
Altered Images,
Cheater Slicks,
David Axelrod,
Little Man,
Leonard Cohen,
Ralphi Rosario,
LL Cool J,
Country Teasers,
Blancmange,
DJ Sneak,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.