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 Kuwait and from New York.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Human League to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Roger Hodgson,
The Music Machine,
Gabor Szabo,
Jerry's Kids,
the Human League,
The Blackbyrds,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Theoretical Girls,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Max Romeo,
Bootsy Collins,
Yazoo,
The Fire Engines,
Television,
Sonic Youth,
Smog,
World's Most,
Skarface,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Black Moon,
The Modern Lovers,
Letta Mbulu,
T. Rex,
Fluxion,
The Fuzztones,
The Techniques,
David Axelrod,
Malaria!,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Young Rascals,
Man Parrish,
Circle Jerks,
Absolute Body Control,
Pierre Henry,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bill Wells,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Eddi Front,
X-Ray Spex,
Kerri Chandler,
James White and The Blacks,
Second Layer,
Throbbing Gristle,
Massinfluence,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Alarm Clocks,
Tres Demented,
In Retrospect,
Flamin' Groovies,
These Immortal Souls,
The Last Poets,
Nik Kershaw,
Brass Construction,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lindisfarne,
Maleditus Sound,
Khruangbin,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.