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 Angola and from Johannesburg.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Boredoms to the dance 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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ice-T,
John Foxx,
Easy Going,
Agitation Free,
Eric Copeland,
The Young Rascals,
Gastr Del Sol,
Byron Stingily,
The Electric Prunes,
The Monochrome Set,
Ornette Coleman,
John Cale,
Main Source,
Ohio Players,
Can,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Soul II Soul,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Eddi Front,
Soft Machine,
The Kinks,
Marc Almond,
Gong,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Neil Young,
The Shadows of Knight,
Circle Jerks,
X-Ray Spex,
H. Thieme,
Erasure,
Derrick May,
Loose Ends,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Isaac Hayes,
Model 500,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Beau Brummels,
Fat Boys,
Don Cherry,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Tim Buckley,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Adolescents,
Joensuu 1685,
Bootsy Collins,
Cheater Slicks,
Boogie Down Productions,
X-101,
Thee Headcoats,
Sparks,
Scratch Acid,
the Human League,
Harpers Bizarre,
Alison Limerick,
Black Pus,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.