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 Syria and from Portland.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Cosmic Jokers to the disco 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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
DJ Style,
Negative Approach,
Andrew Hill,
Accadde A,
The Cramps,
Arab on Radar,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sister Nancy,
The Count Five,
the Soft Cell,
Banda Bassotti,
Smog,
The Mighty Diamonds,
John Cale,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Agitation Free,
Q and Not U,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Seeds,
Derrick May,
Janne Schatter,
June Days,
Marvin Gaye,
Mars,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Los Fastidios,
The Red Krayola,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Associates,
Television Personalities,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Surgeon,
Eurythmics,
Anthony Braxton,
Ornette Coleman,
Bush Tetras,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Zeros,
The Pop Group,
Au Pairs,
Gang Gang Dance,
Vladislav Delay,
Electric Prunes,
The Fugs,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Durutti Column,
The Skatalites,
The Five Americans,
Quando Quango,
Matthew Halsall,
Chris & Cosey,
Alton Ellis,
Man Parrish,
The Barracudas,
the Bar-Kays,
Altered Images,
Jandek,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.