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 Thailand and from Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 808 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 Sound Behaviour to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
Fugazi,
Cameo,
Sun City Girls,
The Vogues,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Spoonie Gee,
Fela Kuti,
Deakin,
Siglo XX,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
48th St. Collective,
New Order,
B.T. Express,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
David McCallum,
Brand Nubian,
Amon Düül II,
Jandek,
Minny Pops,
Agent Orange,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Crime,
Barrington Levy,
Lungfish,
Nick Fraelich,
Charles Mingus,
the Sonics,
The Gun Club,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Surgeon,
Barbara Tucker,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Evens,
Quando Quango,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
cv313,
The Martian,
Guru Guru,
Bang On A Can,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Model 500,
Girls At Our Best!,
F. McDonald,
Stetsasonic,
The Tremeloes,
The Moody Blues,
Todd Rundgren,
Mandrill,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Organ,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rod Modell,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Amazonics,
The Fugs,
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.