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 Colombia 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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 ABBA to the punk 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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
Marmalade,
Smog,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Radio Birdman,
Traffic Nightmare,
Electric Prunes,
E-Dancer,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Names,
Derrick Morgan,
a-ha,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rites of Spring,
Blancmange,
Stetsasonic,
Drive Like Jehu,
Scott Walker,
Masters at Work,
The Beau Brummels,
The Sonics,
Davy DMX,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Oblivians,
Sonic Youth,
John Holt,
Average White Band,
Half Japanese,
Quantec,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
New Order,
Suicide,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Slave,
Talk Talk,
The Selecter,
The Fugs,
Arthur Verocai,
Dawn Penn,
Easy Going,
Cameo,
The Fuzztones,
Minny Pops,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rufus Thomas,
Sun Ra,
Can,
Eurythmics,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Albert Ayler,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Cheater Slicks,
MDC,
Ornette Coleman,
Sight & Sound,
Lou Reed,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
T.S.O.L.,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.