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 Italy and from Tehran.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Intrusion to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Offenders,
The Cowsills,
Quantec,
Lalann,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sällskapet,
Wire,
Aloha Tigers,
Y Pants,
John Cale,
E-Dancer,
Scratch Acid,
Accadde A,
8 Eyed Spy,
Basic Channel,
Magazine,
Buzzcocks,
UT,
The Slits,
Joensuu 1685,
Black Pus,
Iggy Pop,
Harry Pussy,
The Names,
Royal Trux,
Swans,
Todd Terry,
Interpol,
Barry Ungar,
Soul Sonic Force,
Nils Olav,
Bootsy Collins,
Ultra Naté,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gang Green,
48th St. Collective,
Easy Going,
Jeff Mills,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Red Krayola,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Blackbyrds,
Minnie Riperton,
Bill Wells,
Fat Boys,
Stiv Bators,
Spandau Ballet,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Warsaw,
Judy Mowatt,
Slick Rick,
Terry Callier,
Pere Ubu,
John Holt,
Gang of Four,
Faraquet,
The Modern Lovers,
Q65,
Minutemen,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Girls At Our Best!,
Byron Stingily,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.