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 Botswana and from Accra.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Fugs to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
Cameo,
Curtis Mayfield,
Harry Pussy,
Cal Tjader,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Whodini,
Thompson Twins,
LL Cool J,
Cecil Taylor,
The Birthday Party,
Faust,
Fugazi,
Jesper Dahlback,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Remains,
Radiohead,
The Names,
Shoche,
The Young Rascals,
Stockholm Monsters,
Swell Maps,
Barrington Levy,
Chris & Cosey,
The Fuzztones,
Barclay James Harvest,
Max Romeo,
Pole,
Khruangbin,
Sexual Harrassment,
Trumans Water,
kango's stein massive,
Carl Craig,
Agitation Free,
the Sonics,
U.S. Maple,
Oneida,
Todd Terry,
Lucky Dragons,
Alice Coltrane,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Smoke,
Boredoms,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Vogues,
Ultra Naté,
The Five Americans,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Oblivians,
This Heat,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Fire Engines,
Neu!,
Mission of Burma,
Blake Baxter,
Intrusion,
New York Dolls,
DJ Sneak,
Crime,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.