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 Thailand and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Siglo XX to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dual Sessions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
Faust,
Rites of Spring,
The Fuzztones,
Barclay James Harvest,
Faraquet,
Josef K,
Motorama,
Banda Bassotti,
Camouflage,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gregory Isaacs,
Parry Music,
Skarface,
Franke,
The Toasters,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Reagan Youth,
Silicon Teens,
Can,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sällskapet,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pet Shop Boys,
Cheater Slicks,
Depeche Mode,
Glambeats Corp.,
Arcadia,
Inner City,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sister Nancy,
Stetsasonic,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lou Reed,
Fat Boys,
Lucky Dragons,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
JFA,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Residents,
The Techniques,
The Durutti Column,
Man Eating Sloth,
Michelle Simonal,
Jeff Lynne,
Wings,
Excepter,
Althea and Donna,
Unwound,
Nirvana,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sugar Minott,
The Beau Brummels,
Basic Channel,
Theoretical Girls,
The Mummies,
The Martian,
The Smoke,
Jawbox,
Lakeside,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.