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 Gabon and from Johannesburg.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Warsaw to the rock 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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
Bill Wells,
OOIOO,
Outsiders,
R.M.O.,
The Flesh Eaters,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Essential Logic,
Sonic Youth,
The Buckinghams,
The Red Krayola,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Maleditus Sound,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Matthew Halsall,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Q65,
a-ha,
Model 500,
A Certain Ratio,
Jacques Brel,
Judy Mowatt,
Blake Baxter,
Circle Jerks,
Wasted Youth,
Leonard Cohen,
The Walker Brothers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Terry Callier,
Delta 5,
Danielle Patucci,
Lou Reed,
The Gladiators,
The Wake,
The American Breed,
Easy Going,
Vladislav Delay,
June Days,
Fad Gadget,
Crash Course in Science,
Lightning Bolt,
Thee Headcoats,
Radiohead,
DNA,
Hashim,
The Angels of Light,
The Beau Brummels,
Robert Wyatt,
The Raincoats,
Loose Ends,
Wire,
Excepter,
T. Rex,
Henry Cow,
The Standells,
Au Pairs,
Prince Buster,
Black Bananas,
Chris Corsano,
L. Decosne,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.