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 East Timor and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Columbus.
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 synthesizer 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the grime 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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
Yellowson,
Groovy Waters,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bob Dylan,
Hoover,
Deakin,
MC5,
D'Angelo,
Stetsasonic,
Cluster,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Moody Blues,
Robert Wyatt,
Half Japanese,
Marvin Gaye,
Hasil Adkins,
Toni Rubio,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
R.M.O.,
Swell Maps,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pet Shop Boys,
Dual Sessions,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Derrick Morgan,
Malaria!,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Public Image Ltd.,
Todd Rundgren,
The Knickerbockers,
The Velvet Underground,
The Fugs,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Dead Boys,
Sun Ra,
Spandau Ballet,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sugar Minott,
Nik Kershaw,
Delta 5,
Rotary Connection,
Eddi Front,
The Blues Magoos,
Fela Kuti,
Babytalk,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sound Behaviour,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lindisfarne,
B.T. Express,
Terry Callier,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Davy DMX,
Fat Boys,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
David McCallum,
Quantec,
Isaac Hayes,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.