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 Kazakhstan and from Bologna.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Manila.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Josef K to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Altered Images,
Nico,
The Standells,
The Barracudas,
The American Breed,
The Offenders,
Mo-Dettes,
Fugazi,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Mars,
Rekid,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Avey Tare,
Todd Terry,
Leonard Cohen,
Alton Ellis,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sound Behaviour,
Country Teasers,
Faraquet,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Neil Young,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Archie Shepp,
Wire,
T. Rex,
The Walker Brothers,
Talk Talk,
Gil Scott Heron,
Arab on Radar,
John Lydon,
Lou Reed,
The Fire Engines,
Nirvana,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
New Age Steppers,
The Cure,
Drive Like Jehu,
Scratch Acid,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
X-101,
Sister Nancy,
Anthony Braxton,
Rites of Spring,
Suicide,
The Motions,
Dorothy Ashby,
David McCallum,
Gerry Rafferty,
Peter & Gordon,
Erykah Badu,
Model 500,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Marcia Griffiths,
Carl Craig,
Ultravox,
The Detroit Cobras,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.