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 Israel and from Madrid.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Delhi.
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 Michael McDonald 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 Sight & Sound to the electroclash 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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
Skarface,
Ken Boothe,
Thee Headcoats,
John Holt,
MC5,
Youth Brigade,
Blancmange,
The Angels of Light,
The Fire Engines,
Khruangbin,
Jandek,
Barbara Tucker,
The Searchers,
Blossom Toes,
The Standells,
Funkadelic,
Delta 5,
The Remains,
Pylon,
Bob Dylan,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
L. Decosne,
The Misunderstood,
Matthew Bourne,
Iggy Pop,
Royal Trux,
John Foxx,
K-Klass,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lee Hazlewood,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Last Poets,
Steve Hackett,
Flamin' Groovies,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Byron Stingily,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Television Personalities,
Soulsonic Force,
Hashim,
Kurtis Blow,
Swans,
Black Sheep,
Symarip,
Second Layer,
Camberwell Now,
Oblivians,
Sound Behaviour,
Flash Fearless,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
T. Rex,
Section 25,
Deepchord,
The Martian,
Oneida,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Talk Talk,
Quadrant,
Rites of Spring,
Robert Hood,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.