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 Grenada and from Seoul.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Animal Collective to the grunge 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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
Hardrive,
Glenn Branca,
Joy Division,
B.T. Express,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Drexciya,
Brick,
Joe Smooth,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Marshall Jefferson,
Eli Mardock,
The Count Five,
Dead Boys,
Fatback Band,
Porter Ricks,
Qualms,
U.S. Maple,
Second Layer,
Jeff Mills,
Main Source,
Suicide,
Pulsallama,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Slick Rick,
Steve Hackett,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Cymande,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ornette Coleman,
Eric Dolphy,
One Last Wish,
Theoretical Girls,
Section 25,
AZ,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Skaos,
Gabor Szabo,
The Doobie Brothers,
Patti Smith,
Livin' Joy,
Tommy Roe,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Clear Light,
Jacques Brel,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Names,
Saccharine Trust,
Magazine,
Camouflage,
Marmalade,
Bronski Beat,
Rotary Connection,
The Golliwogs,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Iggy Pop,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Tomorrow,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.