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 Jamaica and from Madrid.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Au Pairs to the grunge 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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
Sun Ra,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Alarm Clocks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Dead C,
Bob Dylan,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
New Order,
Gregory Isaacs,
Amon Düül II,
Dead Boys,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Au Pairs,
Liliput,
Michelle Simonal,
Maurizio,
Delon & Dalcan,
Funkadelic,
The Electric Prunes,
Man Parrish,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Yellowson,
Peter and Kerry,
Soulsonic Force,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Deepchord,
Nils Olav,
The Last Poets,
Connie Case,
Dave Gahan,
the Soft Cell,
Skriet,
PIL,
The Victims,
Hot Snakes,
Rotary Connection,
Gastr Del Sol,
Radiohead,
Joe Smooth,
Neu!,
This Heat,
Grandmaster Flash,
LL Cool J,
Bobby Sherman,
The Cure,
Eden Ahbez,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Blake Baxter,
Lee Hazlewood,
Marcia Griffiths,
Max Romeo,
The Moody Blues,
Derrick May,
Don Cherry,
Rites of Spring,
Flash Fearless,
The Sound,
Country Teasers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jandek,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.