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 Benin and from Accra.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 The Divine Comedy 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 Doors. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crime record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
B.T. Express,
Babytalk,
Electric Prunes,
New York Dolls,
The United States of America,
The Stooges,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Don Cherry,
the Germs,
Lee Hazlewood,
the Bar-Kays,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Vogues,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Gun Club,
Jimmy McGriff,
Laurel Aitken,
Faraquet,
Accadde A,
Byron Stingily,
Idris Muhammad,
Youth Brigade,
Nils Olav,
Au Pairs,
Cecil Taylor,
LL Cool J,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The J.B.'s,
Whodini,
The Durutti Column,
Guru Guru,
These Immortal Souls,
The Move,
Harry Pussy,
Spoonie Gee,
kango's stein massive,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Doors,
Massinfluence,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Associates,
Thompson Twins,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Slave,
Todd Rundgren,
Pet Shop Boys,
Delta 5,
the Soft Cell,
Wings,
Kayak,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
China Crisis,
Sound Behaviour,
Peter and Kerry,
Blossom Toes,
Cymande,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.