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 South Africa and from Madrid.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Jakarta.
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 oboe 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the crunk 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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
World's Most,
Faraquet,
Blake Baxter,
Sam Rivers,
Brass Construction,
Yaz,
Kurtis Blow,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ronan,
Mandrill,
Blancmange,
Porter Ricks,
Model 500,
Colin Newman,
Gong,
Excepter,
Angry Samoans,
Scan 7,
The Angels of Light,
Alison Limerick,
Erykah Badu,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rosa Yemen,
Kerri Chandler,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Los Fastidios,
Avey Tare,
Stereo Dub,
Jacques Brel,
Von Mondo,
E-Dancer,
Gang Green,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Stetsasonic,
Sarah Menescal,
Buzzcocks,
Boogie Down Productions,
New Order,
Dawn Penn,
Reagan Youth,
The Human League,
Theoretical Girls,
kango's stein massive,
Severed Heads,
Surgeon,
Echospace,
Man Eating Sloth,
Motorama,
Minutemen,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Cure,
Average White Band,
Basic Channel,
The Mojo Men,
Henry Cow,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Mark Hollis,
The Smiths,
Nation of Ulysses,
Godley & Creme,
Sex Pistols,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.