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 Shanghai.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 chamberlin 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 Idris Muhammad to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
the Germs,
Marvin Gaye,
Eden Ahbez,
Basic Channel,
Sonic Youth,
Quadrant,
Schoolly D,
Deadbeat,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Donny Hathaway,
Slave,
Delta 5,
Intrusion,
Panda Bear,
Erykah Badu,
Anakelly,
Alton Ellis,
The Move,
Johnny Osbourne,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Idris Muhammad,
Peter and Kerry,
Alice Coltrane,
Echospace,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kayak,
The Smiths,
Jeru the Damaja,
Deakin,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Quando Quango,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Au Pairs,
Boz Scaggs,
Skriet,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Cybotron,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Mark Hollis,
Moby Grape,
Charles Mingus,
The Detroit Cobras,
DJ Style,
The Sonics,
Lee Hazlewood,
Janne Schatter,
New Age Steppers,
Q65,
Qualms,
The Shadows of Knight,
Maurizio,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Average White Band,
Lalann,
Scratch Acid,
Scion,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Scientists,
Hot Snakes,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.