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 South Sudan and from Edmonton.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 snare 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 Aloha Tigers to the grunge 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rakim,
Harpers Bizarre,
Index,
EPMD,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Tres Demented,
The Grass Roots,
Public Enemy,
Vainqueur,
Intrusion,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Fugazi,
Mark Hollis,
Mandrill,
Lyres,
The Victims,
Black Sheep,
Television Personalities,
Popol Vuh,
Monks,
Khruangbin,
Main Source,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Skriet,
Audionom,
Rufus Thomas,
Sugar Minott,
Bauhaus,
Kurtis Blow,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ituana,
Joensuu 1685,
Symarip,
Ten City,
Hashim,
Country Teasers,
Model 500,
Jacques Brel,
John Holt,
Public Image Ltd.,
Von Mondo,
Zapp,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Raincoats,
Radiohead,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Animal Collective,
Deadbeat,
The Fugs,
Peter & Gordon,
New York Dolls,
a-ha,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jacob Miller,
Hot Snakes,
Pet Shop Boys,
Nik Kershaw,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Guru Guru,
Saccharine Trust,
China Crisis,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.