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 Kazakhstan and from Houston.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 David Axelrod to the jazz 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scratch Acid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sun City Girls,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Marvin Gaye,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Doors,
The Leaves,
Lou Reed,
Section 25,
The Remains,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Minor Threat,
Clear Light,
Au Pairs,
Davy DMX,
Skarface,
Chris Corsano,
The Dirtbombs,
Robert Wyatt,
Eyeless In Gaza,
China Crisis,
Kas Product,
The Young Rascals,
The Knickerbockers,
Man Parrish,
Max Romeo,
Adolescents,
The Human League,
Kaleidoscope,
Judy Mowatt,
Bootsy Collins,
Fear,
DJ Style,
Hashim,
Lower 48,
EPMD,
The Slits,
Byron Stingily,
Jeru the Damaja,
Dave Gahan,
Marcia Griffiths,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Parry Music,
Accadde A,
The J.B.'s,
A Certain Ratio,
Soul Sonic Force,
Duran Duran,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Divine Comedy,
Wally Richardson,
Liliput,
AZ,
Stiv Bators,
Panda Bear,
Janne Schatter,
Can,
Los Fastidios,
the Swans,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Joe Finger,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.