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 Edmonton.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks 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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Count Five,
Pharoah Sanders,
the Human League,
Unrelated Segments,
Tom Boy,
Dark Day,
Pylon,
JFA,
Graham Central Station,
Funky Four + One,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Livin' Joy,
Amon Düül II,
The Music Machine,
Nirvana,
Bobby Womack,
Cameo,
Todd Terry,
Kayak,
Alison Limerick,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Hot Snakes,
Freddie Wadling,
Magma,
Lakeside,
Guru Guru,
Pet Shop Boys,
a-ha,
Drive Like Jehu,
Maurizio,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Buzzcocks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
ABBA,
Organ,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kurtis Blow,
Bizarre Inc.,
Cymande,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Massinfluence,
Darondo,
Rakim,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Das Ding,
Pussy Galore,
Idris Muhammad,
Kaleidoscope,
Prince Buster,
T.S.O.L.,
Grey Daturas,
X-102,
Underground Resistance,
Lucky Dragons,
Interpol,
B.T. Express,
The Flesh Eaters,
Scott Walker,
Tim Buckley,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.