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 Andorra and from Bologna.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 arpeggiator 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 Nils Olav to the rap 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 The Star Department. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
Swans,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Count Five,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Metal Thangz,
Crispian St. Peters,
B.T. Express,
The Leaves,
One Last Wish,
The Mojo Men,
Terry Callier,
Pulsallama,
EPMD,
Absolute Body Control,
Roxette,
Juan Atkins,
Pole,
Moby Grape,
Los Fastidios,
Delta 5,
Monks,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Alarm Clocks,
Skaos,
Neu!,
Magma,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Stiv Bators,
Barclay James Harvest,
Nils Olav,
Connie Case,
Tom Boy,
Infiniti,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Invisible,
Wings,
Make Up,
Dual Sessions,
The United States of America,
Brick,
The Barracudas,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Malaria!,
Ultravox,
Dark Day,
Eve St. Jones,
Jimmy McGriff,
Shuggie Otis,
Swell Maps,
E-Dancer,
New Age Steppers,
Ohio Players,
Marine Girls,
Joy Division,
MC5,
Aswad,
DNA,
Tomorrow,
Avey Tare,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.