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 Sudan and from Philadelphia.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Eddi Front to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
Bobby Sherman,
Josef K,
Ice-T,
Crime,
Big Daddy Kane,
the Human League,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Flesh Eaters,
Crash Course in Science,
The Busters,
Steve Hackett,
Scientists,
Can,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
MC5,
Circle Jerks,
Black Flag,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Todd Terry,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Boredoms,
The Offenders,
Marmalade,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Excepter,
The Alarm Clocks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Moleskins,
Ornette Coleman,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
One Last Wish,
8 Eyed Spy,
Carl Craig,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Nico,
Morten Harket,
Negative Approach,
John Coltrane,
Susan Cadogan,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Black Dice,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Barclay James Harvest,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ossler,
Alphaville,
Deepchord,
Swans,
The Move,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Index,
Babytalk,
Scrapy,
Jesper Dahlback,
Von Mondo,
Jimmy McGriff,
Dead Boys,
Arcadia,
Henry Cow,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.