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 Venezuela and from Tehran.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 Byron Stingily to the funk 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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonic Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
Motorama,
Chris Corsano,
Eurythmics,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Malaria!,
June of 44,
The Stooges,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ken Boothe,
Yazoo,
The Star Department,
Todd Rundgren,
Scion,
Fat Boys,
Au Pairs,
Glenn Branca,
Reuben Wilson,
The Selecter,
Flipper,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Alton Ellis,
The Standells,
Q and Not U,
Marmalade,
The Tremeloes,
the Swans,
48th St. Collective,
Parry Music,
Drexciya,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lalo Schifrin,
Nico,
Joyce Sims,
Rosa Yemen,
Zapp,
Nirvana,
Whodini,
Popol Vuh,
T. Rex,
Outsiders,
Bluetip,
Juan Atkins,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Index,
The Divine Comedy,
Derrick May,
The Cramps,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Charles Mingus,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Techniques,
Morten Harket,
Grey Daturas,
Gil Scott Heron,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.