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 Gambia and from Toronto.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 snare 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 Oneida to the dance 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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
Qualms,
Duran Duran,
Pierre Henry,
Animal Collective,
The Offenders,
Funky Four + One,
Crispian St. Peters,
James White and The Blacks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Fall,
KRS-One,
Spoonie Gee,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Cure,
Radio Birdman,
Susan Cadogan,
Quadrant,
Shoche,
China Crisis,
Goldenarms,
Scan 7,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Mr. Review,
Pet Shop Boys,
Soft Machine,
OOIOO,
Peter & Gordon,
Massinfluence,
Gastr Del Sol,
Charles Mingus,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Toasters,
New York Dolls,
Sonic Youth,
One Last Wish,
Oblivians,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Skatalites,
the Normal,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Divine Comedy,
Barbara Tucker,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
T. Rex,
Lyres,
Theoretical Girls,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Vogues,
Grandmaster Flash,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Chrome,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Eric Dolphy,
The Blackbyrds,
The Red Krayola,
Radiohead,
Sight & Sound,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.