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 Slovakia and from Lille.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Jerry's Kids to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
Niagra,
Man Parrish,
Cybotron,
The Blackbyrds,
The Beau Brummels,
Yaz,
Jerry's Kids,
Sun Ra,
Procol Harum,
Animal Collective,
Visage,
The Fire Engines,
The Index,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pulsallama,
Tears for Fears,
The Martian,
Au Pairs,
Ten City,
Jeff Mills,
Slick Rick,
The Trojans,
Althea and Donna,
Hoover,
The Count Five,
Mr. Review,
Youth Brigade,
Black Bananas,
FM Einheit,
In Retrospect,
Stetsasonic,
Bronski Beat,
Radio Birdman,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Roxy Music,
Marc Almond,
Kas Product,
The Grass Roots,
Main Source,
Funkadelic,
The Litter,
Lower 48,
Severed Heads,
Grey Daturas,
Rotary Connection,
The Doors,
The Moody Blues,
Dawn Penn,
The Gories,
Howard Jones,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Gap Band,
The Stooges,
The Kinks,
Surgeon,
Lindisfarne,
The Offenders,
Gabor Szabo,
KRS-One,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Inner City,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.