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 Bahamas and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Cramps to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
Soul II Soul,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bill Near,
Janne Schatter,
The Trojans,
Quantec,
Popol Vuh,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Vogues,
Shoche,
Morten Harket,
Jandek,
FM Einheit,
Inner City,
Zero Boys,
Skarface,
Black Moon,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Blues Magoos,
The Residents,
Robert Hood,
Boredoms,
Lindisfarne,
Dorothy Ashby,
Toni Rubio,
Rites of Spring,
Groovy Waters,
Schoolly D,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
kango's stein massive,
Drexciya,
Freddie Wadling,
Masters at Work,
Second Layer,
The Smiths,
Franke,
Peter & Gordon,
Kaleidoscope,
Lou Reed,
Qualms,
Parry Music,
Ronnie Foster,
Lalann,
The Human League,
Guru Guru,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Leaves,
The Gap Band,
The Doors,
Leonard Cohen,
The Misunderstood,
This Heat,
Animal Collective,
Marcia Griffiths,
Radiohead,
Jeff Mills,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Roxy Music,
Ornette Coleman,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.