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 Mongolia and from Toronto.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 The Dave Clark Five to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
The Alarm Clocks,
Deepchord,
Cameo,
LL Cool J,
Wire,
DJ Style,
The Offenders,
Max Romeo,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Saints,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The New Christs,
Quando Quango,
Terrestrial Tones,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Tres Demented,
Jandek,
The Seeds,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sarah Menescal,
Johnny Osbourne,
Radio Birdman,
Bobby Byrd,
Gang Starr,
The J.B.'s,
The Modern Lovers,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lakeside,
The Index,
Sällskapet,
Kayak,
Surgeon,
Desert Stars,
Minor Threat,
Theoretical Girls,
U.S. Maple,
Procol Harum,
Slave,
Eric Copeland,
The Five Americans,
Easy Going,
Sound Behaviour,
Crash Course in Science,
Deadbeat,
Nick Fraelich,
Guru Guru,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
T. Rex,
Tears for Fears,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lee Hazlewood,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Camberwell Now,
Severed Heads,
Black Moon,
Shoche,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Joe Smooth,
Mo-Dettes,
Minnie Riperton,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.