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 Bulgaria and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Throbbing Gristle to the dance 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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fluxion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Neu!,
Nick Fraelich,
Rakim,
June of 44,
Shoche,
Graham Central Station,
Ten City,
Scott Walker,
Roxette,
John Foxx,
The Fuzztones,
Pere Ubu,
Dennis Brown,
Swell Maps,
The Five Americans,
The Motions,
Jacob Miller,
The Sonics,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gichy Dan,
The Evens,
Marcia Griffiths,
Alphaville,
Supertramp,
Electric Prunes,
Sparks,
Massinfluence,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Stooges,
Junior Murvin,
Eddi Front,
The Kinks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
the Germs,
Stockholm Monsters,
Scrapy,
Blossom Toes,
Siglo XX,
Scratch Acid,
The Techniques,
Stetsasonic,
Los Fastidios,
Dawn Penn,
Nas,
Deepchord,
Morten Harket,
Marine Girls,
Bauhaus,
Bad Manners,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sam Rivers,
U.S. Maple,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Josef K,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.