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 Georgia 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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Echospace to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Graham Central Station,
X-101,
Hoover,
Metal Thangz,
Babytalk,
Junior Murvin,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Quadrant,
Jerry Gold Smith,
the Fania All-Stars,
Suicide,
A Certain Ratio,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
H. Thieme,
Radiopuhelimet,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Heaven 17,
Motorama,
the Bar-Kays,
This Heat,
The Mojo Men,
The New Christs,
Freddie Wadling,
Iggy Pop,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Outsiders,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Mission of Burma,
D'Angelo,
Qualms,
Rhythm & Sound,
Brothers Johnson,
Ornette Coleman,
Negative Approach,
Spandau Ballet,
Black Moon,
Sex Pistols,
Intrusion,
Underground Resistance,
The Doors,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Slits,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Flipper,
Surgeon,
The Grass Roots,
Khruangbin,
Bootsy Collins,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Tres Demented,
The Beau Brummels,
Lou Christie,
Crooked Eye,
Archie Shepp,
Lightning Bolt,
Pussy Galore,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jeff Mills,
the Sonics,
DJ Style,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.