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 Ethiopia and from Delhi.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 clarinet 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 World's Most 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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
a-ha,
Flamin' Groovies,
Glambeats Corp.,
Fat Boys,
Audionom,
Porter Ricks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bauhaus,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Television,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ohio Players,
PIL,
The Golliwogs,
ABBA,
Amon Düül II,
June Days,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Monochrome Set,
Graham Central Station,
Matthew Halsall,
Dual Sessions,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Fire Engines,
Second Layer,
Talk Talk,
The Barracudas,
Peter and Kerry,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Charles Mingus,
John Holt,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
the Normal,
Easy Going,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ornette Coleman,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Goldenarms,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bill Wells,
Lalo Schifrin,
Qualms,
Camouflage,
Kurtis Blow,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pagans,
The Slits,
Mark Hollis,
Nik Kershaw,
Deadbeat,
Amon Düül,
Tropical Tobacco,
This Heat,
Hardrive,
David McCallum,
the Bar-Kays,
Kerri Chandler,
Wally Richardson,
Scion,
Public Image Ltd.,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.