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 the UAE and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Jerry's Kids to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Cramps,
Wolf Eyes,
EPMD,
Aaron Thompson,
The Names,
Audionom,
The Velvet Underground,
The Star Department,
Brothers Johnson,
Jesper Dahlback,
Alton Ellis,
AZ,
Warsaw,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Radiohead,
The Five Americans,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sex Pistols,
The Fire Engines,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jimmy McGriff,
Andrew Hill,
Cheater Slicks,
Suicide,
June Days,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sonny Sharrock,
Eden Ahbez,
Hot Snakes,
Loose Ends,
Stereo Dub,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bang On A Can,
The Litter,
The Detroit Cobras,
Magma,
Piero Umiliani,
Rod Modell,
Faust,
K-Klass,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Fluxion,
Silicon Teens,
Amon Düül,
Sixth Finger,
kango's stein massive,
Negative Approach,
Delon & Dalcan,
Soft Cell,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ohio Players,
Warren Ellis,
Patti Smith,
David McCallum,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.