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 Germany and from Bremen.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Bronski Beat to the punk 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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
UT,
The Count Five,
Dawn Penn,
Black Moon,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Iggy Pop,
Underground Resistance,
Pylon,
Gang Gang Dance,
Q and Not U,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Frankie Knuckles,
Scott Walker,
Maurizio,
The Gap Band,
Unwound,
Moebius,
Cal Tjader,
Fear,
Skarface,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jandek,
Wally Richardson,
The Slits,
MC5,
Eric Dolphy,
Marmalade,
Shuggie Otis,
Grey Daturas,
The Human League,
Gang of Four,
Brand Nubian,
Peter and Kerry,
Siglo XX,
Letta Mbulu,
Make Up,
These Immortal Souls,
Dave Gahan,
The Motions,
Alice Coltrane,
Ronnie Foster,
The Techniques,
The Smoke,
The Busters,
Lebanon Hanover,
Royal Trux,
Electric Prunes,
the Normal,
Ultravox,
The Names,
Matthew Bourne,
The Electric Prunes,
Aural Exciters,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Dual Sessions,
Quando Quango,
The Misunderstood,
Mr. Review,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Funkadelic,
Banda Bassotti,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.