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 Samoa and from Houston.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 808 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 Dual Sessions to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
Pantytec,
Duran Duran,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Howard Jones,
Motorama,
John Cale,
The Pretty Things,
Easy Going,
Moby Grape,
Bronski Beat,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kas Product,
Alice Coltrane,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Roxy Music,
Kaleidoscope,
Fear,
JFA,
John Lydon,
Rhythm & Sound,
Terry Callier,
Sex Pistols,
Joyce Sims,
The Standells,
Bobby Sherman,
Das Ding,
Cluster,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
DJ Sneak,
Pulsallama,
Quando Quango,
Al Stewart,
Boogie Down Productions,
Von Mondo,
The Techniques,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kerrie Biddell,
Supertramp,
Section 25,
Severed Heads,
The Saints,
Sarah Menescal,
Brothers Johnson,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Moss Icon,
Tropical Tobacco,
Masters at Work,
Lalo Schifrin,
Chris Corsano,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Mandrill,
Neil Young,
The Star Department,
Ken Boothe,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Basic Channel,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bluetip,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.