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 Belize and from Stockholm.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Yusef Lateef to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Wire,
Hashim,
David Axelrod,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Public Image Ltd.,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Star Department,
The Gories,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Drexciya,
Blossom Toes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Trumans Water,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Outsiders,
Sparks,
Lebanon Hanover,
Intrusion,
The Cowsills,
Das Ding,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gregory Isaacs,
Audionom,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ohio Players,
Warsaw,
Main Source,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Fortunes,
The Music Machine,
Suburban Knight,
Hardrive,
Terry Callier,
Quadrant,
The Remains,
The United States of America,
Franke,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Sound,
X-102,
Lower 48,
Lindisfarne,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Fugs,
Television Personalities,
Max Romeo,
The Techniques,
Connie Case,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Delon & Dalcan,
World's Most,
Lou Christie,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Television,
The Walker Brothers,
Liliput,
Slick Rick,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.