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 Gambia and from Mexico City.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 harpsichord 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 Supertramp to the electroclash 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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk 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 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
Jawbox,
Guru Guru,
Vainqueur,
Pierre Henry,
X-101,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Liliput,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Roy Ayers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sparks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sixth Finger,
Stereo Dub,
Derrick Morgan,
In Retrospect,
Bill Wells,
Michelle Simonal,
Pantaleimon,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Glenn Branca,
New Order,
Marine Girls,
Lou Reed,
Connie Case,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Knickerbockers,
Niagra,
Symarip,
The Remains,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Harpers Bizarre,
Sarah Menescal,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Scientists,
Amon Düül,
Rekid,
Carl Craig,
The Offenders,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Cramps,
AZ,
Rakim,
Idris Muhammad,
Steve Hackett,
The Gladiators,
Pussy Galore,
the Human League,
The Vogues,
the Sonics,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Schoolly D,
Bobby Byrd,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.