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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Marmalade to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Theoretical Girls,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Mars,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Mary Jane Girls,
Scrapy,
Duran Duran,
Smog,
Hardrive,
Dark Day,
Can,
The Sound,
The New Christs,
The Music Machine,
Angry Samoans,
The Blues Magoos,
Pantytec,
Yaz,
Robert Hood,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bob Dylan,
Roxette,
ABBA,
Gregory Isaacs,
Roy Ayers,
Andrew Hill,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pere Ubu,
Al Stewart,
Symarip,
Severed Heads,
Hot Snakes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Gladiators,
Marc Almond,
Pole,
Lee Hazlewood,
Heaven 17,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Moody Blues,
The Slackers,
Oneida,
Darondo,
Nick Fraelich,
Davy DMX,
Rekid,
Todd Terry,
R.M.O.,
Tim Buckley,
Wally Richardson,
Swans,
Banda Bassotti,
Trumans Water,
Pierre Henry,
The Blackbyrds,
Blancmange,
Scott Walker,
Bill Wells,
Erykah Badu,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.