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 Bolivia and from Beijing.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Nas to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rod Modell,
Neil Young,
Sex Pistols,
Blake Baxter,
Moss Icon,
Isaac Hayes,
Arthur Verocai,
The Blackbyrds,
Young Marble Giants,
Sandy B,
Marine Girls,
Motorama,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Neon Judgement,
Grey Daturas,
The Residents,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Misunderstood,
Eurythmics,
Chris Corsano,
Maurizio,
Niagra,
Radiohead,
Ponytail,
Scion,
Negative Approach,
Thompson Twins,
Rhythm & Sound,
Soft Machine,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Don Cherry,
R.M.O.,
Talk Talk,
Jacques Brel,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Drive Like Jehu,
Mars,
Gregory Isaacs,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Qualms,
Severed Heads,
Kenny Larkin,
Public Enemy,
Camouflage,
Vladislav Delay,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Harry Pussy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Skriet,
Hardrive,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Smog,
Visage,
The Fall,
Pantaleimon,
Alice Coltrane,
Nick Fraelich,
Electric Prunes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Can,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.