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 Malawi and from Portland.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 spring reverb 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 Prince Buster to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Harmonia,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rosa Yemen,
Slave,
Echospace,
Livin' Joy,
Technova,
Fugazi,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pole,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Patti Smith,
Yusef Lateef,
The Walker Brothers,
Soft Cell,
The Offenders,
Blancmange,
Second Layer,
kango's stein massive,
Masters at Work,
Stetsasonic,
Soulsonic Force,
Suburban Knight,
Liliput,
Zero Boys,
Iggy Pop,
The Fugs,
The Trojans,
Max Romeo,
Robert Wyatt,
Royal Trux,
Toni Rubio,
Interpol,
Eurythmics,
Talk Talk,
Jeff Mills,
Ludus,
The Golliwogs,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
John Cale,
Neu!,
The Searchers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
DNA,
Reagan Youth,
Siglo XX,
U.S. Maple,
Mantronix,
Scan 7,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
T.S.O.L.,
The Zeros,
The Monochrome Set,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Vladislav Delay,
UT,
L. Decosne,
Neil Young,
Make Up,
Ronnie Foster,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.