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 St Lucia 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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 clarinet 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 Joe Finger to the dance 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 Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
Zapp,
The Last Poets,
Prince Buster,
Rekid,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Blake Baxter,
Mars,
Y Pants,
Camouflage,
Circle Jerks,
Rhythm & Sound,
Leonard Cohen,
Fear,
Chris & Cosey,
DJ Style,
Babytalk,
Amazonics,
Maleditus Sound,
Scrapy,
Lakeside,
Interpol,
Hashim,
Ornette Coleman,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Flesh Eaters,
Can,
Nirvana,
Jandek,
Tim Buckley,
Shoche,
Lou Reed,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The American Breed,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bobby Sherman,
Girls At Our Best!,
Stockholm Monsters,
Brick,
Essential Logic,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
DJ Sneak,
Stereo Dub,
Depeche Mode,
Swans,
Fela Kuti,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Cramps,
Deakin,
Crime,
Shuggie Otis,
Henry Cow,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Second Layer,
The Residents,
Arcadia,
Outsiders,
Funkadelic,
Minutemen,
X-102,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Seeds,
Mark Hollis,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.