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 Mauritius and from Woodstock.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Cybotron to the crunk 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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Faust,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Five Americans,
EPMD,
Banda Bassotti,
The Gladiators,
Urselle,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Gories,
Niagra,
Patti Smith,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Motions,
Joensuu 1685,
Con Funk Shun,
MC5,
Roy Ayers,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sex Pistols,
The Wake,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jeff Lynne,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Mummies,
Slick Rick,
Pantaleimon,
DNA,
Underground Resistance,
Terry Callier,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Blake Baxter,
Zero Boys,
Gichy Dan,
Chris Corsano,
Howard Jones,
Surgeon,
New Order,
48th St. Collective,
Marcia Griffiths,
X-102,
Swans,
Sonic Youth,
Nick Fraelich,
Angry Samoans,
Popol Vuh,
Lalo Schifrin,
Cymande,
Agent Orange,
Soft Cell,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Black Moon,
Ultra Naté,
The Real Kids,
Camberwell Now,
The Fire Engines,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Rufus Thomas,
The Flesh Eaters,
Metal Thangz,
Make Up,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.