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 Eritrea and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 guitar 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the techno 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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
Excepter,
The Associates,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jeru the Damaja,
48th St. Collective,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Blake Baxter,
Erasure,
Rotary Connection,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
This Heat,
The Mummies,
The Victims,
Freddie Wadling,
Mission of Burma,
Visage,
Shoche,
Arthur Verocai,
The Invisible,
OOIOO,
Bill Near,
Pantytec,
China Crisis,
Whodini,
Drive Like Jehu,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lalo Schifrin,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Soulsonic Force,
U.S. Maple,
Reuben Wilson,
The J.B.'s,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gichy Dan,
Donald Byrd,
Siglo XX,
The Kinks,
Fad Gadget,
The Shadows of Knight,
Swans,
Procol Harum,
The Toasters,
MDC,
Black Moon,
The Misunderstood,
Soul Sonic Force,
New Age Steppers,
New Order,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Juan Atkins,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jerry Gold Smith,
B.T. Express,
Althea and Donna,
The Saints,
Moebius,
The Motions,
Index,
DJ Sneak,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.