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 Antigua and from Cairo.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Scan 7 to the crunk 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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
Bobby Womack,
Ituana,
Ultravox,
Mad Mike,
Quando Quango,
Grandmaster Flash,
Judy Mowatt,
Marcia Griffiths,
Slave,
The Star Department,
Dark Day,
The United States of America,
Lucky Dragons,
Reuben Wilson,
Glenn Branca,
The Electric Prunes,
The Beau Brummels,
Grauzone,
The Blues Magoos,
Gichy Dan,
Fela Kuti,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Liliput,
Spoonie Gee,
Bill Near,
Boredoms,
Lindisfarne,
Metal Thangz,
La Düsseldorf,
Slick Rick,
Sun City Girls,
Terrestrial Tones,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sexual Harrassment,
Marc Almond,
Wasted Youth,
Todd Terry,
Crime,
Joyce Sims,
LL Cool J,
Funky Four + One,
Excepter,
Massinfluence,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Smog,
Throbbing Gristle,
Stereo Dub,
Bob Dylan,
Radiopuhelimet,
D'Angelo,
Matthew Halsall,
In Retrospect,
Delta 5,
Letta Mbulu,
Gang Starr,
Ronnie Foster,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.