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 Eritrea and from Johannesburg.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Yusef Lateef to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Nas. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yellowson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
Con Funk Shun,
The Move,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bobby Byrd,
Frankie Knuckles,
Easy Going,
Morten Harket,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
June of 44,
Wasted Youth,
Henry Cow,
Delta 5,
Aswad,
MC5,
Robert Görl,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Big Daddy Kane,
Alton Ellis,
The Knickerbockers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Charles Mingus,
Mark Hollis,
Gichy Dan,
Archie Shepp,
Robert Hood,
Ituana,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Unrelated Segments,
Lakeside,
Ronnie Foster,
The United States of America,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Angels of Light,
Scrapy,
The Gap Band,
Boogie Down Productions,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Cramps,
Barbara Tucker,
Public Image Ltd.,
Can,
Anakelly,
Al Stewart,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
David Bowie,
Vladislav Delay,
The Stooges,
The Index,
The Selecter,
The Smiths,
Soft Cell,
Yusef Lateef,
The Sonics,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Names,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Shoche,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.