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 Korea South and from Tokyo.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Robert Palmer 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 ABC to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blake Baxter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
Boredoms,
Dead Boys,
Marc Almond,
Junior Murvin,
Sexual Harrassment,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gichy Dan,
Babytalk,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Duran Duran,
Tomorrow,
Sam Rivers,
Ultra Naté,
Robert Wyatt,
Supertramp,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Dirtbombs,
The Move,
The Kinks,
Barbara Tucker,
Ludus,
Symarip,
Crash Course in Science,
Aswad,
E-Dancer,
The Fuzztones,
Clear Light,
Wasted Youth,
Thompson Twins,
Josef K,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kerri Chandler,
Angry Samoans,
Erykah Badu,
Glambeats Corp.,
Infiniti,
Mark Hollis,
Bang On A Can,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Yazoo,
Gastr Del Sol,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Durutti Column,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sex Pistols,
Ultimate Spinach,
Scrapy,
Mr. Review,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Busters,
Amazonics,
John Cale,
The Raincoats,
Index,
Eden Ahbez,
La Düsseldorf,
cv313,
Joy Division,
Zero Boys,
Prince Buster,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.