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 Nepal and from Delhi.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Johannesburg.
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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Monks to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
MC5,
The Raincoats,
Harry Pussy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Magazine,
Stereo Dub,
Unwound,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
E-Dancer,
Glambeats Corp.,
Henry Cow,
Masters at Work,
Charles Mingus,
The Blackbyrds,
the Fania All-Stars,
Radiohead,
Lakeside,
John Holt,
The Happenings,
D'Angelo,
Fort Wilson Riot,
China Crisis,
The Gun Club,
Black Pus,
Intrusion,
Thee Headcoats,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Yellowson,
Mantronix,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
June of 44,
Rod Modell,
Crooked Eye,
Bootsy Collins,
Sandy B,
Fat Boys,
Michelle Simonal,
Girls At Our Best!,
DJ Sneak,
Terry Callier,
Half Japanese,
Lalann,
Patti Smith,
Roxette,
Robert Görl,
Matthew Bourne,
David McCallum,
Yaz,
Peter & Gordon,
Essential Logic,
Mark Hollis,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kayak,
Iggy Pop,
Audionom,
The Zeros,
Pantytec,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Underground Resistance,
Sex Pistols,
The Mummies,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.