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 Sri Lanka and from Lagos.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 organ 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
Sister Nancy,
This Heat,
Harmonia,
the Germs,
Outsiders,
Al Stewart,
James White and The Blacks,
Groovy Waters,
The Kinks,
Lucky Dragons,
The Residents,
DNA,
The Neon Judgement,
Ultra Naté,
The Monochrome Set,
Chrome,
Sandy B,
Yusef Lateef,
Fort Wilson Riot,
A Certain Ratio,
La Düsseldorf,
The Beau Brummels,
The United States of America,
Mo-Dettes,
Silicon Teens,
Camouflage,
Roxy Music,
Scratch Acid,
Amazonics,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Cluster,
The Zeros,
The Toasters,
The Blackbyrds,
The Victims,
Camberwell Now,
Delta 5,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
48th St. Collective,
DJ Sneak,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Brass Construction,
The Count Five,
Jimmy McGriff,
Depeche Mode,
Second Layer,
Blake Baxter,
The American Breed,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Delon & Dalcan,
Moss Icon,
Radio Birdman,
The Selecter,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lindisfarne,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.