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 Japan and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Tehran.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Birthday Party to the electroclash 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 Happenings. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 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 Massinfluence record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Yellowson,
The Litter,
Thee Headcoats,
Robert Görl,
The Pretty Things,
Pagans,
The Martian,
Arthur Verocai,
The Standells,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sarah Menescal,
Public Enemy,
Nils Olav,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Blancmange,
The Flesh Eaters,
Freddie Wadling,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jerry's Kids,
Visage,
X-Ray Spex,
The Divine Comedy,
Parry Music,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
the Association,
Popol Vuh,
The Cure,
Panda Bear,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Audionom,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Stetsasonic,
Lyres,
Joyce Sims,
Black Moon,
Rotary Connection,
Alison Limerick,
Brand Nubian,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Qualms,
Jandek,
The Dead C,
Pharoah Sanders,
The United States of America,
Lou Christie,
Swell Maps,
Soul Sonic Force,
David Axelrod,
Cameo,
Erykah Badu,
Marmalade,
One Last Wish,
The Real Kids,
Ultimate Spinach,
Whodini,
Pantaleimon,
Alphaville,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.