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 United States and from Glasgow.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Star Department to the techno 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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
Nirvana,
Spoonie Gee,
Minutemen,
Subhumans,
kango's stein massive,
Ronan,
New Order,
Bad Manners,
Funkadelic,
The Blackbyrds,
Dead Boys,
The Shadows of Knight,
FM Einheit,
Vladislav Delay,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The American Breed,
The Moleskins,
Quadrant,
Depeche Mode,
Brand Nubian,
Robert Hood,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Accadde A,
The Busters,
DNA,
Skarface,
Gerry Rafferty,
Zero Boys,
Ten City,
The Mojo Men,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Tommy Roe,
Severed Heads,
Maleditus Sound,
Yusef Lateef,
The Zeros,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sex Pistols,
Todd Terry,
Patti Smith,
Scrapy,
Theoretical Girls,
Derrick May,
The Fire Engines,
Q65,
Absolute Body Control,
The Neon Judgement,
Excepter,
Supertramp,
Khruangbin,
The Monks,
Nils Olav,
Joe Smooth,
The Music Machine,
Mandrill,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Fortunes,
Magazine,
The Pretty Things,
Dark Day,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Sound,
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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.