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 Namibia 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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Scott Walker to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
the Bar-Kays,
Model 500,
Cal Tjader,
Tom Boy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ornette Coleman,
Byron Stingily,
Fat Boys,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bill Near,
Don Cherry,
Duran Duran,
China Crisis,
Subhumans,
Jacob Miller,
The Moody Blues,
The Victims,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Durutti Column,
Audionom,
Rapeman,
Quando Quango,
Black Sheep,
Ludus,
Flamin' Groovies,
New Order,
Dave Gahan,
Urselle,
Shoche,
Ralphi Rosario,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Zapp,
Erykah Badu,
The Electric Prunes,
Harpers Bizarre,
Nirvana,
Mr. Review,
Donald Byrd,
Skaos,
Lyres,
Fluxion,
Roxy Music,
FM Einheit,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Banda Bassotti,
Lou Reed,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Velvet Underground,
Peter and Kerry,
Eric Copeland,
Nation of Ulysses,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pagans,
Warren Ellis,
Newcleus,
Scion,
Eddi Front,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.