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 Rwanda 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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Flamin' Groovies to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks 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 a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
Tommy Roe,
Zero Boys,
Section 25,
Drive Like Jehu,
Joy Division,
Pantytec,
Peter and Kerry,
Ludus,
Gregory Isaacs,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Liliput,
Adolescents,
The Fuzztones,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lee Hazlewood,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Durutti Column,
Funky Four + One,
Robert Hood,
John Cale,
Make Up,
Tim Buckley,
The Cramps,
Los Fastidios,
Lower 48,
Gang Starr,
The Human League,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Yusef Lateef,
The Gun Club,
Wasted Youth,
Jacques Brel,
Donny Hathaway,
The Fall,
The Doors,
Jawbox,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Quadrant,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Popol Vuh,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Blake Baxter,
The Gladiators,
Funkadelic,
Zapp,
Ornette Coleman,
Rakim,
The Cure,
AZ,
Curtis Mayfield,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Public Image Ltd.,
Barrington Levy,
Albert Ayler,
Joe Smooth,
Urselle,
Smog,
Joey Negro,
Pharoah Sanders,
the Fania All-Stars,
Cybotron,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.