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 Guinea and from Portland.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Easy Going to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
Spoonie Gee,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Monks,
Easy Going,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
This Heat,
Flamin' Groovies,
Schoolly D,
Sällskapet,
The Fire Engines,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Raincoats,
Yusef Lateef,
Stetsasonic,
Delta 5,
Intrusion,
Kurtis Blow,
Soft Cell,
Tres Demented,
Toni Rubio,
Tomorrow,
Fatback Band,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Minnie Riperton,
Sugar Minott,
Make Up,
The Pretty Things,
The Red Krayola,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Trojans,
Delon & Dalcan,
Black Pus,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Youth Brigade,
Accadde A,
Parry Music,
Agitation Free,
The Slits,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
the Human League,
Public Image Ltd.,
Cal Tjader,
Amon Düül,
Bronski Beat,
Davy DMX,
Jesper Dahlback,
Con Funk Shun,
Guru Guru,
Lower 48,
AZ,
Essential Logic,
Gang Gang Dance,
Crime,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gang Starr,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ken Boothe,
Gabor Szabo,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.