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 Sweden and from Copenhagen.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Spandau Ballet to the rap 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 The Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Invisible,
Jeff Mills,
Outsiders,
Smog,
Underground Resistance,
The Divine Comedy,
The Standells,
Rotary Connection,
Silicon Teens,
Spandau Ballet,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
48th St. Collective,
The Kinks,
Neil Young,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Technova,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Suburban Knight,
China Crisis,
The Monks,
La Düsseldorf,
The Happenings,
Subhumans,
Essential Logic,
Chris & Cosey,
Ultra Naté,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Toasters,
Dead Boys,
The Leaves,
Au Pairs,
Tomorrow,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kaleidoscope,
The Misunderstood,
Harpers Bizarre,
Angry Samoans,
Robert Wyatt,
Buzzcocks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kool Moe Dee,
Josef K,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The J.B.'s,
Desert Stars,
Byron Stingily,
Fugazi,
Erasure,
Patti Smith,
Davy DMX,
Pulsallama,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Remains,
Fad Gadget,
Hoover,
Gang of Four,
Royal Trux,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.