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 Mauritania and from London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Robert Hood to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
Dorothy Ashby,
Freddie Wadling,
Porter Ricks,
Henry Cow,
Country Teasers,
The Monks,
The Motions,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Fluxion,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Girls At Our Best!,
Monks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
L. Decosne,
The Dirtbombs,
The Count Five,
Ohio Players,
JFA,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Delta 5,
Godley & Creme,
Michelle Simonal,
AZ,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Fuzztones,
The Barracudas,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Mummies,
Trumans Water,
Peter & Gordon,
Alphaville,
Neil Young,
The Zeros,
Skaos,
Unrelated Segments,
Kerri Chandler,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sällskapet,
The Wake,
the Normal,
Cymande,
Jerry Gold Smith,
June of 44,
Erykah Badu,
Wings,
The Walker Brothers,
H. Thieme,
the Sonics,
Neu!,
Delon & Dalcan,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lou Christie,
Maleditus Sound,
Tears for Fears,
Jeff Mills,
Sex Pistols,
New Order,
Chris & Cosey,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.