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 Tajikistan and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the oboe 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 Ohio Players to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
Minutemen,
Tears for Fears,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Organ,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Slits,
Bluetip,
Brand Nubian,
The Moleskins,
Tom Boy,
The Monochrome Set,
Aloha Tigers,
Ten City,
Gang of Four,
The Durutti Column,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Lebanon Hanover,
Country Teasers,
Tropical Tobacco,
Soft Cell,
Grey Daturas,
The Angels of Light,
the Fania All-Stars,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rotary Connection,
The Human League,
The Fall,
Archie Shepp,
Altered Images,
Lalo Schifrin,
Siglo XX,
Jawbox,
Maurizio,
Second Layer,
Surgeon,
Nils Olav,
Althea and Donna,
Zapp,
Con Funk Shun,
Make Up,
Mark Hollis,
Absolute Body Control,
Loose Ends,
Bill Wells,
Television Personalities,
MDC,
Blossom Toes,
New Order,
Harry Pussy,
The Gun Club,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Cure,
Main Source,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kerri Chandler,
Arthur Verocai,
Glenn Branca,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.