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 Swaziland and from Paris.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Mary Jane Girls to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
Fela Kuti,
Ossler,
Eurythmics,
Anakelly,
Throbbing Gristle,
John Foxx,
The Fugs,
The Young Rascals,
Roxette,
The Skatalites,
Frankie Knuckles,
Loose Ends,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ponytail,
Sonny Sharrock,
Monolake,
Bill Wells,
Supertramp,
Dave Gahan,
Depeche Mode,
John Coltrane,
Jeru the Damaja,
Tropical Tobacco,
Motorama,
David Bowie,
Matthew Halsall,
Soul Sonic Force,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Urselle,
Youth Brigade,
The Toasters,
New Age Steppers,
The Red Krayola,
Amazonics,
David Axelrod,
U.S. Maple,
Basic Channel,
Laurel Aitken,
Joy Division,
Fad Gadget,
AZ,
The Fuzztones,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Soft Machine,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
In Retrospect,
Flash Fearless,
Lakeside,
Cheater Slicks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Vladislav Delay,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Vogues,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Johnny Clarke,
The Residents,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lower 48,
Scott Walker,
Eric Dolphy,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.