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 Malawi and from London.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 marimba 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 Unwound to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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 Pop Group,
Brothers Johnson,
Albert Ayler,
Swell Maps,
Laurel Aitken,
The Seeds,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pere Ubu,
Zero Boys,
Kayak,
Quantec,
Nico,
The Associates,
Isaac Hayes,
La Düsseldorf,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Animal Collective,
The Sonics,
Stetsasonic,
Monks,
Gichy Dan,
Zapp,
Pharoah Sanders,
Underground Resistance,
Gong,
Crispy Ambulance,
Von Mondo,
Organ,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Porter Ricks,
Qualms,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Man Parrish,
Buzzcocks,
Glambeats Corp.,
Iggy Pop,
Traffic Nightmare,
Skriet,
John Lydon,
Eve St. Jones,
Pylon,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Remains,
The Trojans,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Agent Orange,
UT,
Piero Umiliani,
Scion,
Aswad,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Derrick May,
Sun City Girls,
Lee Hazlewood,
Flipper,
Johnny Clarke,
Deakin,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Knickerbockers,
Country Teasers,
The Electric Prunes,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.