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 Tajikistan and from Lagos.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Johannesburg.
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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 John Foxx to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
Henry Cow,
Sexual Harrassment,
A Certain Ratio,
Khruangbin,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Surgeon,
Ice-T,
Blancmange,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pulsallama,
Boogie Down Productions,
Von Mondo,
The Grass Roots,
Ralphi Rosario,
Crispy Ambulance,
Qualms,
The Motions,
The Dirtbombs,
The Durutti Column,
10cc,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Basic Channel,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kerri Chandler,
Barry Ungar,
Flipper,
Icehouse,
Essential Logic,
Josef K,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Morten Harket,
Talk Talk,
Pet Shop Boys,
Niagra,
The Mummies,
Barbara Tucker,
Alphaville,
Average White Band,
X-102,
The Kinks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Thee Headcoats,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Detroit Cobras,
Circle Jerks,
Sister Nancy,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Vogues,
Tim Buckley,
Mo-Dettes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Roxy Music,
Gang Gang Dance,
Siglo XX,
Neil Young,
Harmonia,
John Holt,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.