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 Laos and from Portland.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Neu! to the rap 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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
Man Parrish,
Andrew Hill,
The Motions,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Harpers Bizarre,
Nick Fraelich,
Quando Quango,
The Victims,
Marcia Griffiths,
Deepchord,
10cc,
Aaron Thompson,
OOIOO,
The Star Department,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pantytec,
Circle Jerks,
This Heat,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Flash Fearless,
Sonic Youth,
The Remains,
JFA,
Girls At Our Best!,
Arthur Verocai,
Mr. Review,
Black Flag,
Kas Product,
Jerry's Kids,
Tropical Tobacco,
Erykah Badu,
The Invisible,
Sugar Minott,
Minny Pops,
the Bar-Kays,
Cal Tjader,
Ten City,
Fatback Band,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lou Reed,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Leaves,
The Dead C,
Hashim,
Shuggie Otis,
Soft Machine,
Lakeside,
Soulsonic Force,
Japan,
The Monks,
Swell Maps,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Yusef Lateef,
Bauhaus,
The Offenders,
Pantaleimon,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Real Kids,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.