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 Malaysia 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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Selecter to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
Tres Demented,
The Happenings,
Alison Limerick,
Monolake,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Youth Brigade,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Electric Prunes,
Don Cherry,
Babytalk,
Los Fastidios,
Minor Threat,
K-Klass,
Supertramp,
Zapp,
Oblivians,
Dennis Brown,
The Residents,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Dirtbombs,
The Velvet Underground,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pagans,
The Remains,
Parry Music,
Gastr Del Sol,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lee Hazlewood,
Michelle Simonal,
The Standells,
Blake Baxter,
Model 500,
Ken Boothe,
Steve Hackett,
Flash Fearless,
Sister Nancy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
China Crisis,
The Mojo Men,
The Index,
B.T. Express,
Josef K,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Dark Day,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Mark Hollis,
Bill Near,
Circle Jerks,
The Selecter,
The Fugs,
Harmonia,
Deakin,
Magazine,
Wolf Eyes,
10cc,
The Fortunes,
The Cramps,
Alice Coltrane,
Sugar Minott,
Black Flag,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.