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 Slovenia 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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 arpeggiator 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 Warren Ellis to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
The New Christs,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Wings,
Agitation Free,
The Slackers,
Hasil Adkins,
Crooked Eye,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Gap Band,
Johnny Clarke,
Toni Rubio,
K-Klass,
Bobby Womack,
Stetsasonic,
Dave Gahan,
The Young Rascals,
Kurtis Blow,
Donny Hathaway,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Electric Prunes,
Mission of Burma,
Wire,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sun City Girls,
Agent Orange,
Model 500,
The Red Krayola,
OOIOO,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jacob Miller,
Fad Gadget,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Remains,
Blossom Toes,
Iggy Pop,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Move,
The Toasters,
The Litter,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Mad Mike,
Ronnie Foster,
Ralphi Rosario,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Smoke,
Eddi Front,
Alton Ellis,
Ornette Coleman,
Panda Bear,
Soft Cell,
The Music Machine,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bobbi Humphrey,
U.S. Maple,
Peter and Kerry,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Donald Byrd,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Busters,
Quando Quango,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.