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 Belgium 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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Salvador.
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 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 The Monks to the grunge 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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
Cecil Taylor,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gabor Szabo,
Mandrill,
Crispian St. Peters,
Interpol,
Accadde A,
Sister Nancy,
Tommy Roe,
Underground Resistance,
Ituana,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Leaves,
Bill Wells,
Lakeside,
Siglo XX,
The Velvet Underground,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Joyce Sims,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
David Bowie,
The Fire Engines,
Country Teasers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Livin' Joy,
Lower 48,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Tomorrow,
Thee Headcoats,
Porter Ricks,
Neu!,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Peter and Kerry,
Loose Ends,
The Slackers,
The Motions,
The Doobie Brothers,
Circle Jerks,
Con Funk Shun,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Dead C,
Cameo,
The Gladiators,
New Order,
Alice Coltrane,
The Human League,
Average White Band,
The Cowsills,
Thompson Twins,
D'Angelo,
the Association,
Graham Central Station,
Slick Rick,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Oblivians,
Soul II Soul,
Josef K,
X-102,
June Days,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.