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 Jordan and from Columbus.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Tubeway Army to the jazz 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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Flash Fearless,
The Offenders,
Bootsy Collins,
Davy DMX,
The Misunderstood,
Joensuu 1685,
Heaven 17,
Sun Ra,
John Lydon,
Godley & Creme,
Quando Quango,
Black Sheep,
Model 500,
Blake Baxter,
Brothers Johnson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pole,
The Sonics,
Cybotron,
Skarface,
Crispy Ambulance,
Surgeon,
the Association,
Camberwell Now,
The New Christs,
Don Cherry,
Sixth Finger,
Tears for Fears,
Hot Snakes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Public Enemy,
The Detroit Cobras,
Parry Music,
The Litter,
Agitation Free,
Bad Manners,
Johnny Osbourne,
Mandrill,
These Immortal Souls,
Stetsasonic,
Curtis Mayfield,
Eddi Front,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Joy Division,
This Heat,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Swell Maps,
Wally Richardson,
New York Dolls,
Alice Coltrane,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Knickerbockers,
Ronnie Foster,
Black Flag,
Rapeman,
Lalann,
Make Up,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
La Düsseldorf,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
a-ha,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.