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 Antigua and from Columbus.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Blossom Toes to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
These Immortal Souls,
Guru Guru,
The Blues Magoos,
EPMD,
Dark Day,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kool Moe Dee,
Tim Buckley,
The Golliwogs,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Khruangbin,
Supertramp,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Harmonia,
The Beau Brummels,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Moleskins,
Sound Behaviour,
Peter & Gordon,
The Divine Comedy,
Crispy Ambulance,
Mr. Review,
John Cale,
The Fuzztones,
Anthony Braxton,
Dual Sessions,
Alton Ellis,
Dennis Brown,
New Age Steppers,
Marc Almond,
Infiniti,
The Cowsills,
Jacques Brel,
Mad Mike,
Glenn Branca,
Josef K,
Fat Boys,
Marshall Jefferson,
Archie Shepp,
Man Eating Sloth,
H. Thieme,
Flipper,
Rufus Thomas,
The Cramps,
Dead Boys,
Hasil Adkins,
Blake Baxter,
Royal Trux,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Theoretical Girls,
Gregory Isaacs,
Mo-Dettes,
Eli Mardock,
Gong,
Loose Ends,
The Neon Judgement,
Susan Cadogan,
Wolf Eyes,
Suicide,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Wally Richardson,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.