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 Spain and from Paris.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 Jacques Brel to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
Joey Negro,
Supertramp,
Sonic Youth,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rotary Connection,
The Toasters,
The Busters,
Sound Behaviour,
Symarip,
EPMD,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
These Immortal Souls,
Deadbeat,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
One Last Wish,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Nico,
Godley & Creme,
Simply Red,
The Martian,
Aural Exciters,
The Monks,
Zero Boys,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Index,
Dual Sessions,
Moebius,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gabor Szabo,
CMW,
Tears for Fears,
H. Thieme,
The Last Poets,
X-Ray Spex,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Buckinghams,
Colin Newman,
Visage,
Crispy Ambulance,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Brothers Johnson,
Sight & Sound,
Neu!,
Quando Quango,
The Shadows of Knight,
Todd Rundgren,
The Mummies,
Cal Tjader,
Scion,
Shuggie Otis,
The Gladiators,
Wolf Eyes,
Peter and Kerry,
Cymande,
Electric Prunes,
Funky Four + One,
Sam Rivers,
The United States of America,
Stetsasonic,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.