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 Samoa and from Manchester.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 rhodes 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 The Associates to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
Siglo XX,
Scion,
Rosa Yemen,
Yaz,
The American Breed,
Grauzone,
Q65,
Lower 48,
Ronan,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Circle Jerks,
Alphaville,
Oneida,
D'Angelo,
June of 44,
The Slackers,
Toni Rubio,
The Litter,
Harmonia,
The Red Krayola,
Mark Hollis,
The Toasters,
Essential Logic,
Marmalade,
The Young Rascals,
Tommy Roe,
Jandek,
The Fortunes,
Crooked Eye,
The Real Kids,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Wally Richardson,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bootsy Collins,
Nation of Ulysses,
June Days,
Eddi Front,
Sight & Sound,
Bobby Hutcherson,
David Axelrod,
New York Dolls,
Eric Copeland,
Cheater Slicks,
Sound Behaviour,
Johnny Clarke,
L. Decosne,
Blake Baxter,
Symarip,
Donald Byrd,
Smog,
Mantronix,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Derrick May,
Lightning Bolt,
Matthew Bourne,
Terry Callier,
Aswad,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Aaron Thompson,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.