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 Tonga and from Glasgow.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 Scrapy to the jazz 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
The Gun Club,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
8 Eyed Spy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Last Poets,
The American Breed,
OOIOO,
Mr. Review,
Gang of Four,
James White and The Blacks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Duran Duran,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Motions,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Aloha Tigers,
Soul Sonic Force,
Average White Band,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Quadrant,
Outsiders,
Sonny Sharrock,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Mojo Men,
Man Eating Sloth,
Swell Maps,
Althea and Donna,
Television,
Deadbeat,
Black Flag,
The Fuzztones,
Howard Jones,
Drexciya,
The Buckinghams,
Juan Atkins,
Marvin Gaye,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bauhaus,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Wire,
Jacob Miller,
Massinfluence,
Joyce Sims,
June of 44,
Saccharine Trust,
X-Ray Spex,
Depeche Mode,
The Grass Roots,
The Smiths,
Bobby Byrd,
The Beau Brummels,
Ten City,
Erasure,
Darondo,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.