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 Uganda and from Taipei.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Radio Birdman to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Five Americans,
Essential Logic,
Peter and Kerry,
Lucky Dragons,
Scrapy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
MC5,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Guru Guru,
Joy Division,
UT,
The Evens,
Make Up,
The Residents,
June Days,
Jerry Gold Smith,
In Retrospect,
Simply Red,
Lungfish,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gerry Rafferty,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
World's Most,
Minnie Riperton,
La Düsseldorf,
Crash Course in Science,
Jeru the Damaja,
Wasted Youth,
The Star Department,
Interpol,
Vainqueur,
Boogie Down Productions,
Minor Threat,
Danielle Patucci,
Sarah Menescal,
10cc,
Harpers Bizarre,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bluetip,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jerry's Kids,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bootsy Collins,
Los Fastidios,
Mad Mike,
Clear Light,
Talk Talk,
Sällskapet,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Skarface,
The Knickerbockers,
These Immortal Souls,
The United States of America,
Zero Boys,
ABBA,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.