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 Paraguay and from Portland.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Matthew Halsall to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
Lalo Schifrin,
Groovy Waters,
Icehouse,
the Human League,
Soft Cell,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ultimate Spinach,
Brothers Johnson,
The Misunderstood,
Black Flag,
The Remains,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Stooges,
The Golliwogs,
Magma,
The Dave Clark Five,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The American Breed,
The Mojo Men,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gabor Szabo,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
JFA,
Sun City Girls,
Jawbox,
Oneida,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Electric Prunes,
Second Layer,
Masters at Work,
Laurel Aitken,
Black Sheep,
The Names,
Harmonia,
Newcleus,
Motorama,
The Music Machine,
Agitation Free,
The Fall,
June Days,
The Fuzztones,
Nico,
Mandrill,
Eric Copeland,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Agent Orange,
Aaron Thompson,
Visage,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Skaos,
Nirvana,
Bootsy Collins,
OOIOO,
The Detroit Cobras,
MC5,
Dawn Penn,
The Birthday Party,
Heaven 17,
Dave Gahan,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
the Association,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.