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 Palau 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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Lightning Bolt to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
Toni Rubio,
Underground Resistance,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Doors,
New Order,
Johnny Osbourne,
Brand Nubian,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
T.S.O.L.,
Rod Modell,
Jesper Dahlback,
John Holt,
Q and Not U,
Juan Atkins,
Slave,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Saccharine Trust,
Shoche,
Niagra,
Dennis Brown,
Amon Düül,
Steve Hackett,
Grey Daturas,
James White and The Blacks,
the Bar-Kays,
Quantec,
The Kinks,
Unwound,
Mary Jane Girls,
Althea and Donna,
Ituana,
Animal Collective,
Kool Moe Dee,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Flash Fearless,
Mad Mike,
Zero Boys,
Bobby Sherman,
Spoonie Gee,
B.T. Express,
Oneida,
The Happenings,
Glenn Branca,
Crooked Eye,
Harry Pussy,
Organ,
Rakim,
Porter Ricks,
Minor Threat,
Masters at Work,
The Move,
Kenny Larkin,
Avey Tare,
Popol Vuh,
Pantytec,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Throbbing Gristle,
Delta 5,
Livin' Joy,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.