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 Albania and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 Minor Threat to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Standells. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
E-Dancer,
UT,
The Blues Magoos,
Agitation Free,
Patti Smith,
Tommy Roe,
Maleditus Sound,
Theoretical Girls,
The Velvet Underground,
The Alarm Clocks,
Roy Ayers,
R.M.O.,
Eve St. Jones,
The Last Poets,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Wake,
Bobby Byrd,
Scan 7,
Oneida,
Cybotron,
ABBA,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Porter Ricks,
New Order,
Amazonics,
Erasure,
Sun Ra,
Drexciya,
Intrusion,
DNA,
Marine Girls,
Scrapy,
Groovy Waters,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Anakelly,
Soft Machine,
David Bowie,
Gabor Szabo,
Pierre Henry,
Icehouse,
James White and The Blacks,
Big Daddy Kane,
June Days,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gang of Four,
Agent Orange,
Albert Ayler,
Visage,
Fluxion,
Junior Murvin,
Swell Maps,
Silicon Teens,
The Five Americans,
Graham Central Station,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Hoover,
The American Breed,
the Fania All-Stars,
Dead Boys,
the Sonics,
Electric Prunes,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.