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 Honduras and from Winnipeg.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Accra.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Barry Ungar to the jazz 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 The Motions. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions 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 clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
Yusef Lateef,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Connie Case,
Howard Jones,
Bluetip,
cv313,
Lalo Schifrin,
Make Up,
The Busters,
Mission of Burma,
The Remains,
Wolf Eyes,
Brass Construction,
The Invisible,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Real Kids,
Marine Girls,
Piero Umiliani,
CMW,
Joy Division,
Massinfluence,
Junior Murvin,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Nils Olav,
Bobby Womack,
Chrome,
Bronski Beat,
Stetsasonic,
Big Daddy Kane,
Marshall Jefferson,
The New Christs,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sight & Sound,
Oneida,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Grauzone,
the Association,
Masters at Work,
Maleditus Sound,
Lyres,
Thee Headcoats,
Hoover,
Roger Hodgson,
Aloha Tigers,
Porter Ricks,
Minnie Riperton,
John Lydon,
Barrington Levy,
Ludus,
Japan,
Subhumans,
Liliput,
Talk Talk,
Jerry's Kids,
a-ha,
New York Dolls,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Second Layer,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.