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 Maldives and from Sao Paulo.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 arpeggiator 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 Lalann to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Human League. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Alice Coltrane,
The Cowsills,
The Gladiators,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Tubeway Army,
Marc Almond,
Hoover,
Accadde A,
The Count Five,
The Smiths,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
A Certain Ratio,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Dark Day,
Glambeats Corp.,
Procol Harum,
Black Bananas,
Drexciya,
Flamin' Groovies,
Byron Stingily,
Circle Jerks,
The Tremeloes,
Moebius,
Niagra,
Roy Ayers,
Amon Düül,
Gang Starr,
Carl Craig,
Sam Rivers,
Bang On A Can,
Yellowson,
Easy Going,
Darondo,
Bobby Womack,
The Stooges,
Bobby Byrd,
Panda Bear,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pantytec,
Joensuu 1685,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Flesh Eaters,
Morten Harket,
Brass Construction,
Organ,
The Golliwogs,
Bob Dylan,
Goldenarms,
Lalann,
The New Christs,
The Star Department,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lou Reed,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Banda Bassotti,
Model 500,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Radiopuhelimet,
Unrelated Segments,
Young Marble Giants,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.