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 St Lucia and from Delhi.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Donald Fagen 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 Dead Boys to the grunge 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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
Delon & Dalcan,
Cecil Taylor,
The Fire Engines,
Kurtis Blow,
The Moleskins,
The Victims,
KRS-One,
ABC,
Make Up,
Khruangbin,
Scrapy,
Jerry's Kids,
Cameo,
Livin' Joy,
The Young Rascals,
Black Bananas,
Gang Green,
Ultra Naté,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Golliwogs,
the Slits,
Terrestrial Tones,
Eddi Front,
The Motions,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gichy Dan,
Derrick May,
Thee Headcoats,
The Residents,
Chris & Cosey,
Colin Newman,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Deepchord,
The Black Dice,
Barry Ungar,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gang of Four,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Cowsills,
Niagra,
The Slackers,
Monolake,
Todd Rundgren,
DNA,
Camberwell Now,
Can,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Flash Fearless,
Eli Mardock,
Ken Boothe,
Icehouse,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Letta Mbulu,
Eric Dolphy,
Derrick Morgan,
Whodini,
Grey Daturas,
Duran Duran,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.