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 Pakistan and from Paris.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Salvador.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Boogie Down Productions to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
The Busters,
Cymande,
The Residents,
Boz Scaggs,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ludus,
Neil Young,
Kool Moe Dee,
Letta Mbulu,
Minutemen,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gang of Four,
Sandy B,
The Golliwogs,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Interpol,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Danielle Patucci,
The Index,
JFA,
Banda Bassotti,
Marshall Jefferson,
Marc Almond,
Scratch Acid,
The Beau Brummels,
Deepchord,
Gerry Rafferty,
Blossom Toes,
10cc,
Bootsy Collins,
Aaron Thompson,
Half Japanese,
Babytalk,
Alton Ellis,
The Leaves,
Q and Not U,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Fall,
Ultimate Spinach,
Visage,
The Vogues,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Scientists,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bad Manners,
Kas Product,
Wire,
The Searchers,
Tubeway Army,
Roy Ayers,
The Skatalites,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Stooges,
Barrington Levy,
Sun Ra,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.