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 Hungary and from Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Alarm Clocks to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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 Normal,
Pharoah Sanders,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Techniques,
Japan,
Camberwell Now,
Ultimate Spinach,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jawbox,
Motorama,
Jacob Miller,
One Last Wish,
Unwound,
Dual Sessions,
The Alarm Clocks,
Oneida,
Lou Reed,
Leonard Cohen,
Brick,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Victims,
Byron Stingily,
Country Teasers,
Scratch Acid,
Silicon Teens,
Massinfluence,
Tim Buckley,
Lucky Dragons,
Au Pairs,
Gang Starr,
Reagan Youth,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bobby Sherman,
Electric Prunes,
Skarface,
Don Cherry,
The Remains,
Soft Cell,
Blake Baxter,
The Dave Clark Five,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Doors,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bobby Womack,
Panda Bear,
The New Christs,
Zapp,
Brand Nubian,
Isaac Hayes,
Gabor Szabo,
Agitation Free,
Moebius,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Real Kids,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Freddie Wadling,
Al Stewart,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.