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 Malta and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Busters to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
Nils Olav,
Unrelated Segments,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Mummies,
H. Thieme,
DJ Style,
Terrestrial Tones,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
the Slits,
The Count Five,
Cymande,
Yaz,
Moby Grape,
The Misunderstood,
The Velvet Underground,
the Human League,
Hardrive,
The Evens,
Joey Negro,
Tomorrow,
Traffic Nightmare,
10cc,
Fluxion,
Sandy B,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Letta Mbulu,
Fatback Band,
The Stooges,
China Crisis,
Underground Resistance,
Spandau Ballet,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Hasil Adkins,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Roger Hodgson,
The Fortunes,
The Cure,
Dawn Penn,
Liliput,
Fear,
Kerri Chandler,
Wolf Eyes,
Niagra,
Echospace,
Beasts of Bourbon,
New Order,
Alice Coltrane,
The Barracudas,
DJ Sneak,
In Retrospect,
Public Enemy,
The Grass Roots,
Ornette Coleman,
Brick,
The Motions,
Iggy Pop,
the Germs,
CMW,
Cal Tjader,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Warren Ellis,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.