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 San Marino 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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 U.S. Maple to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
The Count Five,
F. McDonald,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lungfish,
Agitation Free,
Shoche,
Hasil Adkins,
Marcia Griffiths,
Byron Stingily,
Black Flag,
Faraquet,
Morten Harket,
Bob Dylan,
Johnny Clarke,
EPMD,
X-101,
The Raincoats,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Echospace,
Bobby Hutcherson,
L. Decosne,
Toni Rubio,
Rapeman,
The Saints,
Deadbeat,
Minutemen,
The Techniques,
Banda Bassotti,
Moss Icon,
The Seeds,
Main Source,
Matthew Bourne,
Traffic Nightmare,
Janne Schatter,
Aloha Tigers,
Chris & Cosey,
Bobby Sherman,
The Monochrome Set,
Matthew Halsall,
Fad Gadget,
Loose Ends,
Marshall Jefferson,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Red Krayola,
Ornette Coleman,
These Immortal Souls,
Supertramp,
Section 25,
Black Bananas,
Amazonics,
Gichy Dan,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Minor Threat,
The Divine Comedy,
Joe Smooth,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lalann,
Depeche Mode,
Tim Buckley,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.