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 Switzerland and from Tokyo.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Alton Ellis to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
AZ,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Smiths,
Byron Stingily,
Magma,
Althea and Donna,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Excepter,
The New Christs,
The Gap Band,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Toasters,
Robert Görl,
Wally Richardson,
The Remains,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Au Pairs,
Infiniti,
Robert Wyatt,
Amon Düül,
Erykah Badu,
Echospace,
The Walker Brothers,
June of 44,
La Düsseldorf,
Ken Boothe,
Unwound,
Pharoah Sanders,
Nas,
Moebius,
Joyce Sims,
Sun Ra,
Agent Orange,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Morten Harket,
The Smoke,
Oblivians,
David Axelrod,
Masters at Work,
Man Parrish,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Faraquet,
The Blues Magoos,
Cal Tjader,
H. Thieme,
Icehouse,
Ultravox,
Skriet,
Mark Hollis,
Jeff Mills,
The Mummies,
Junior Murvin,
The Invisible,
Todd Terry,
Minutemen,
EPMD,
The Wake,
Deakin,
Hardrive,
Marvin Gaye,
Bobby Womack,
kango's stein massive,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.