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 Nepal and from Bologna.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Glenn Branca to the dance 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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bronski Beat,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Roxette,
The Neon Judgement,
Sonic Youth,
Malaria!,
Morten Harket,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jimmy McGriff,
Blake Baxter,
Clear Light,
Arthur Verocai,
Boz Scaggs,
Monolake,
Joe Finger,
The Red Krayola,
Amon Düül,
Von Mondo,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
U.S. Maple,
The Zeros,
Al Stewart,
Marmalade,
DNA,
Marvin Gaye,
Q65,
Nik Kershaw,
The Slits,
Tom Boy,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jandek,
Barclay James Harvest,
John Cale,
Boogie Down Productions,
The J.B.'s,
David Axelrod,
Nirvana,
The Vogues,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Average White Band,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Associates,
Audionom,
Bizarre Inc.,
Eddi Front,
Faust,
Warsaw,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Wally Richardson,
Amon Düül II,
B.T. Express,
Radio Birdman,
The Sonics,
Gang Green,
Aural Exciters,
Goldenarms,
David McCallum,
Bill Near,
Lungfish,
Main Source,
Minnie Riperton,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.