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 Pakistan and from New York.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The American Breed to the techno 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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
Metal Thangz,
The Gap Band,
The Litter,
The Mummies,
Iggy Pop,
The Real Kids,
Motorama,
Eden Ahbez,
Moebius,
World's Most,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Alarm Clocks,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Neon Judgement,
X-102,
Model 500,
Bizarre Inc.,
Chrome,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Barry Ungar,
Pantaleimon,
Dave Gahan,
Juan Atkins,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Average White Band,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Glenn Branca,
Erykah Badu,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Mandrill,
The Associates,
the Swans,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Star Department,
The Victims,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Tres Demented,
Kaleidoscope,
MC5,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Theoretical Girls,
Janne Schatter,
Moby Grape,
The Flesh Eaters,
Clear Light,
Derrick Morgan,
Gang of Four,
Jeru the Damaja,
T.S.O.L.,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Sonics,
Amazonics,
Ultravox,
Joyce Sims,
cv313,
Gang Starr,
Hashim,
Johnny Osbourne,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.