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 Bulgaria and from Shanghai.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 Sister Nancy to the punk 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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron 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 Vogues,
The Detroit Cobras,
H. Thieme,
The Slits,
Masters at Work,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Davy DMX,
Stiv Bators,
James White and The Blacks,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rufus Thomas,
Lower 48,
Soft Machine,
Marvin Gaye,
Colin Newman,
The Mojo Men,
Crash Course in Science,
Youth Brigade,
Circle Jerks,
Jawbox,
Stereo Dub,
Heaven 17,
Eric Copeland,
Outsiders,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Supertramp,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bush Tetras,
Smog,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jacob Miller,
Eve St. Jones,
Cal Tjader,
Niagra,
The Grass Roots,
Cluster,
Matthew Bourne,
Shoche,
Oneida,
The Mummies,
The Gap Band,
Robert Görl,
The Invisible,
Harmonia,
Silicon Teens,
Deepchord,
Pharoah Sanders,
Vainqueur,
Scan 7,
Neu!,
Boredoms,
Hardrive,
Ossler,
La Düsseldorf,
Index,
Joyce Sims,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gabor Szabo,
Lakeside,
K-Klass,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Man Parrish,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.