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 Uruguay and from Beijing.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Shuggie Otis to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kayak,
The Monochrome Set,
Eli Mardock,
One Last Wish,
JFA,
Todd Terry,
Pantaleimon,
Wolf Eyes,
Ossler,
The Happenings,
The Move,
Duran Duran,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Graham Central Station,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Girls At Our Best!,
Oneida,
Brass Construction,
Jandek,
Johnny Osbourne,
Faust,
Fear,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Heaven 17,
Buzzcocks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Neu!,
The Buckinghams,
The Martian,
PIL,
Bobby Byrd,
Lou Reed,
Lungfish,
Slave,
Television,
The Slits,
Rekid,
Das Ding,
Funkadelic,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
MC5,
Reuben Wilson,
The Pretty Things,
Rotary Connection,
Warren Ellis,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Brothers Johnson,
Easy Going,
John Foxx,
The Standells,
Ronnie Foster,
Tommy Roe,
Roy Ayers,
Angry Samoans,
Negative Approach,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rites of Spring,
Alton Ellis,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Excepter,
Minor Threat,
Robert Görl,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.