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 Ivory Coast and from Toronto.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Smog to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
The Busters,
Theoretical Girls,
The Fall,
Eyeless In Gaza,
New Order,
the Sonics,
the Swans,
Hasil Adkins,
Crime,
Pagans,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pharoah Sanders,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Beau Brummels,
Sound Behaviour,
Rakim,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Monolake,
Icehouse,
Patti Smith,
James White and The Blacks,
Grey Daturas,
Michelle Simonal,
Reuben Wilson,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Andrew Hill,
Bobby Sherman,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Offenders,
Kaleidoscope,
Circle Jerks,
Kerri Chandler,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sällskapet,
The Gladiators,
Sun City Girls,
Lakeside,
Bill Near,
Oneida,
The Litter,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bang On A Can,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Angels of Light,
Jacques Brel,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sixth Finger,
Stetsasonic,
Amazonics,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Porter Ricks,
Jandek,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lightning Bolt,
Warren Ellis,
Danielle Patucci,
The Fire Engines,
D'Angelo,
Moby Grape,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.