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 Togo and from Milan.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Unwound to the grunge 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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
Jawbox,
Skaos,
Outsiders,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Nico,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
These Immortal Souls,
The Divine Comedy,
Echospace,
Joyce Sims,
Scan 7,
The Index,
T.S.O.L.,
Section 25,
Lou Reed,
Easy Going,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Model 500,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Dennis Brown,
Scratch Acid,
Josef K,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Buckinghams,
Stereo Dub,
Black Flag,
Oblivians,
Sam Rivers,
Spandau Ballet,
the Soft Cell,
Hardrive,
Quando Quango,
Amazonics,
The Litter,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Motorama,
Slick Rick,
Main Source,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Public Enemy,
The Wake,
The Angels of Light,
Bizarre Inc.,
Zero Boys,
Khruangbin,
Eve St. Jones,
Sight & Sound,
The Residents,
The Fire Engines,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sister Nancy,
Deadbeat,
The Star Department,
Juan Atkins,
Sällskapet,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Trumans Water,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.