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 Brazil and from Beijing.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Halsall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Real Kids,
Fatback Band,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sparks,
Junior Murvin,
China Crisis,
Accadde A,
Mad Mike,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Cowsills,
Trumans Water,
Deadbeat,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Au Pairs,
In Retrospect,
Aural Exciters,
Juan Atkins,
T. Rex,
Nick Fraelich,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Freddie Wadling,
F. McDonald,
Amon Düül II,
The American Breed,
Malaria!,
Cabaret Voltaire,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ossler,
One Last Wish,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Blackbyrds,
Soul II Soul,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Tears for Fears,
Rhythm & Sound,
Unrelated Segments,
Faraquet,
The Vogues,
June Days,
Fugazi,
Ronnie Foster,
Masters at Work,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Chrome,
Half Japanese,
Arthur Verocai,
Eve St. Jones,
John Foxx,
Dark Day,
AZ,
Drive Like Jehu,
Boredoms,
Kenny Larkin,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Velvet Underground,
The Remains,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.