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 Belarus and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the disco 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 Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pantytec,
Crime,
Danielle Patucci,
Soft Machine,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Los Fastidios,
The Human League,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ultravox,
Second Layer,
Theoretical Girls,
Zapp,
Basic Channel,
ABC,
Spandau Ballet,
Television Personalities,
Vladislav Delay,
Intrusion,
The Mojo Men,
Porter Ricks,
Echospace,
Stiv Bators,
Matthew Halsall,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bill Near,
Gil Scott Heron,
PIL,
The Cure,
Gang Starr,
The Cramps,
Unrelated Segments,
Ponytail,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pere Ubu,
Yellowson,
8 Eyed Spy,
Iggy Pop,
Ronan,
Index,
Royal Trux,
Tears for Fears,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Offenders,
Siglo XX,
Pantaleimon,
Sun Ra,
Boogie Down Productions,
June Days,
X-Ray Spex,
Harpers Bizarre,
the Sonics,
Radio Birdman,
Amazonics,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Parry Music,
Kurtis Blow,
Pharoah Sanders,
Circle Jerks,
Bronski Beat,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.