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 Dominican Republic and from Jakarta.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 sitar 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 Agitation Free to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
Yellowson,
Hardrive,
The J.B.'s,
Ken Boothe,
Anthony Braxton,
Bang On A Can,
Flamin' Groovies,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Easy Going,
Faraquet,
Lalo Schifrin,
Moby Grape,
Donny Hathaway,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sugar Minott,
Grauzone,
Patti Smith,
Shoche,
DJ Style,
Bobby Byrd,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Black Dice,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Harry Pussy,
Roxy Music,
Dave Gahan,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ituana,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Happenings,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Quantec,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Cluster,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Brothers Johnson,
Pet Shop Boys,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Saccharine Trust,
Marmalade,
The Wake,
Eric Copeland,
Throbbing Gristle,
Echospace,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Iggy Pop,
Deakin,
Surgeon,
The Trojans,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Five Americans,
The Mummies,
Connie Case,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
FM Einheit,
Danielle Patucci,
Lightning Bolt,
Jerry's Kids,
Boredoms,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.