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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Sao Paulo.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Dawn Penn to the techno 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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ 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 harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sonny Sharrock,
the Slits,
Johnny Osbourne,
David McCallum,
Marc Almond,
Scrapy,
Altered Images,
Gregory Isaacs,
Peter & Gordon,
The Stooges,
Darondo,
Gong,
Ultravox,
Technova,
Danielle Patucci,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
China Crisis,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Archie Shepp,
OOIOO,
Panda Bear,
Mr. Review,
Fad Gadget,
Desert Stars,
The Blackbyrds,
Slave,
Spandau Ballet,
The Remains,
the Soft Cell,
Sun Ra,
Aloha Tigers,
The Cowsills,
Isaac Hayes,
Siglo XX,
Vainqueur,
The Martian,
Bill Near,
The Tremeloes,
Los Fastidios,
Royal Trux,
Q and Not U,
Donny Hathaway,
Soft Machine,
Alison Limerick,
Symarip,
Drive Like Jehu,
Public Image Ltd.,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Velvet Underground,
Boz Scaggs,
Pantytec,
Unwound,
Flipper,
Godley & Creme,
Ludus,
Brand Nubian,
Blossom Toes,
Brothers Johnson,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.