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 Vietnam and from Bologna.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Skatalites to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
Dark Day,
Lyres,
The Martian,
Arab on Radar,
Alphaville,
Thee Headcoats,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Anakelly,
The Vogues,
The Litter,
Hot Snakes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
cv313,
Todd Rundgren,
Tim Buckley,
Neu!,
Rhythm & Sound,
Buzzcocks,
Scion,
Yazoo,
the Swans,
Moby Grape,
The Victims,
Ultra Naté,
Black Flag,
Letta Mbulu,
Marc Almond,
The Gories,
Pussy Galore,
Adolescents,
The Gladiators,
The Zeros,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Oblivians,
Joe Finger,
Skarface,
Bobby Womack,
Motorama,
Blancmange,
Mary Jane Girls,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Mo-Dettes,
Mission of Burma,
Crime,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Real Kids,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Tremeloes,
Q65,
Isaac Hayes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Nation of Ulysses,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Graham Central Station,
X-102,
The Black Dice,
Harmonia,
X-Ray Spex,
Radiopuhelimet,
Magma,
Liliput,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.