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 Rwanda and from Columbus.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Rotary Connection 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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
Godley & Creme,
Pylon,
The Moleskins,
The Victims,
Talk Talk,
Mary Jane Girls,
Second Layer,
Jandek,
The Angels of Light,
Sister Nancy,
June Days,
DJ Sneak,
Lou Christie,
Dark Day,
Ossler,
Nirvana,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bill Wells,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Stiv Bators,
Intrusion,
Depeche Mode,
E-Dancer,
Organ,
Dennis Brown,
Rhythm & Sound,
LL Cool J,
Warsaw,
The Index,
Rites of Spring,
Roxette,
The Beau Brummels,
D'Angelo,
Ituana,
Leonard Cohen,
Amazonics,
Gregory Isaacs,
Charles Mingus,
Quadrant,
Royal Trux,
Rufus Thomas,
Sonny Sharrock,
Can,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sound Behaviour,
Yellowson,
Index,
Bob Dylan,
Grandmaster Flash,
Stockholm Monsters,
Duran Duran,
Rotary Connection,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Dirtbombs,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.