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 Malta and from Copenhagen.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Camberwell Now to the dance 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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
Khruangbin,
Laurel Aitken,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jeru the Damaja,
Skriet,
Little Man,
Adolescents,
Slick Rick,
Nik Kershaw,
The Alarm Clocks,
Camouflage,
Can,
Blossom Toes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
CMW,
The United States of America,
Boogie Down Productions,
Mantronix,
Scientists,
a-ha,
China Crisis,
The Moody Blues,
Zapp,
Simply Red,
The Fortunes,
Cheater Slicks,
T.S.O.L.,
Surgeon,
Flamin' Groovies,
Public Image Ltd.,
Eli Mardock,
Aswad,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Funkadelic,
The Gories,
The Neon Judgement,
Fluxion,
Fat Boys,
Barbara Tucker,
Public Enemy,
Neil Young,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
cv313,
Black Pus,
DNA,
Piero Umiliani,
Funky Four + One,
Lungfish,
Rotary Connection,
Parry Music,
Archie Shepp,
Inner City,
Panda Bear,
Derrick Morgan,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Dave Clark Five,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Sound,
Davy DMX,
Theoretical Girls,
Crash Course in Science,
Hardrive,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.