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 Kenya and from Seoul.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Blake Baxter to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
Black Flag,
Robert Hood,
kango's stein massive,
Stetsasonic,
Slick Rick,
DJ Sneak,
The Fortunes,
The Wake,
The Walker Brothers,
Main Source,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kaleidoscope,
Roxette,
The Evens,
The Five Americans,
The Skatalites,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Doors,
Schoolly D,
the Swans,
Grey Daturas,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Public Image Ltd.,
Supertramp,
Barbara Tucker,
Henry Cow,
Echospace,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Hot Snakes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jacob Miller,
The Moody Blues,
Soul Sonic Force,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jacques Brel,
Kayak,
Max Romeo,
Circle Jerks,
John Holt,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Victims,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Laurel Aitken,
Dave Gahan,
The Neon Judgement,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Janne Schatter,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Dead Boys,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gang Green,
Tears for Fears,
Lyres,
Jawbox,
Massinfluence,
Gabor Szabo,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.