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 Korea North and from Copenhagen.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Television to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
Bronski Beat,
Ronnie Foster,
Jeru the Damaja,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
cv313,
The Gun Club,
Absolute Body Control,
Arab on Radar,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
New Age Steppers,
The Last Poets,
Swans,
LL Cool J,
Pantytec,
The Star Department,
Cal Tjader,
Graham Central Station,
Cameo,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Fela Kuti,
Anthony Braxton,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Marvin Gaye,
Darondo,
Accadde A,
Sarah Menescal,
JFA,
The Shadows of Knight,
Aural Exciters,
the Association,
Con Funk Shun,
D'Angelo,
The Cowsills,
Clear Light,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Althea and Donna,
X-Ray Spex,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Trumans Water,
The Grass Roots,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Silicon Teens,
Depeche Mode,
Parry Music,
Pussy Galore,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lindisfarne,
Thee Headcoats,
The Modern Lovers,
Gil Scott Heron,
Visage,
H. Thieme,
Q and Not U,
The Leaves,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Moebius,
The Stooges,
Motorama,
The Standells,
June Days,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.