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 Serbia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
Nas,
Sparks,
The Mojo Men,
The Young Rascals,
Quadrant,
Negative Approach,
Judy Mowatt,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Moleskins,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Man Eating Sloth,
Whodini,
Gerry Rafferty,
X-101,
Janne Schatter,
The Gun Club,
Guru Guru,
8 Eyed Spy,
Davy DMX,
Supertramp,
ABBA,
Symarip,
Bronski Beat,
X-102,
Flipper,
Silicon Teens,
Pagans,
Interpol,
The American Breed,
Brand Nubian,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jawbox,
Cybotron,
The Busters,
Brass Construction,
The Mummies,
DNA,
Aloha Tigers,
The Monochrome Set,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
JFA,
Mandrill,
The Standells,
the Slits,
Sällskapet,
Visage,
The Monks,
The Searchers,
Swell Maps,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ralphi Rosario,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sugar Minott,
Gabor Szabo,
Pantytec,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Birthday Party,
T.S.O.L.,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.