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 Greece and from Woodstock.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 The Invisible to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
Theoretical Girls,
Das Ding,
Neil Young,
Hashim,
Pharoah Sanders,
Roxette,
Motorama,
Liliput,
Junior Murvin,
The New Christs,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Happenings,
The Buckinghams,
The Index,
Make Up,
Barbara Tucker,
Guru Guru,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Mighty Diamonds,
10cc,
Minnie Riperton,
the Association,
Bill Wells,
Black Moon,
Radiohead,
Organ,
Schoolly D,
the Soft Cell,
JFA,
The Selecter,
Ronan,
Ornette Coleman,
Black Pus,
Girls At Our Best!,
Joensuu 1685,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Panda Bear,
Mr. Review,
Mo-Dettes,
Kool Moe Dee,
Crispy Ambulance,
Amon Düül II,
Sixth Finger,
Ice-T,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Loose Ends,
Bobby Sherman,
Lalo Schifrin,
Hardrive,
Black Sheep,
Skarface,
The Zeros,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Suicide,
Amazonics,
The Sonics,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
AZ,
Cal Tjader,
Judy Mowatt,
Frankie Knuckles,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.