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 Nigeria and from Columbus.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Delhi.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the organ 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 Ponytail to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
Aswad,
DJ Sneak,
Alice Coltrane,
The Gun Club,
R.M.O.,
Spandau Ballet,
Lee Hazlewood,
Blake Baxter,
Ohio Players,
The Residents,
Talk Talk,
The Associates,
June of 44,
Ten City,
Rekid,
Soft Cell,
The Red Krayola,
Scratch Acid,
Joensuu 1685,
The Techniques,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Q and Not U,
The Durutti Column,
Stereo Dub,
Robert Wyatt,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Absolute Body Control,
Davy DMX,
ABBA,
The Slackers,
Gang Starr,
The Smiths,
Delta 5,
The Blackbyrds,
the Normal,
Neil Young,
Motorama,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Graham Central Station,
Tom Boy,
Roy Ayers,
Zero Boys,
the Human League,
Rites of Spring,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
David Axelrod,
Wire,
Silicon Teens,
EPMD,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Walker Brothers,
Moby Grape,
Aural Exciters,
Alphaville,
Yellowson,
Warren Ellis,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pylon,
Kaleidoscope,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.