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 Botswana and from New York.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the dance 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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
Public Enemy,
Animal Collective,
The Mojo Men,
Toni Rubio,
Bob Dylan,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bootsy Collins,
Young Marble Giants,
Lebanon Hanover,
Eve St. Jones,
Thompson Twins,
the Human League,
The Golliwogs,
The Seeds,
Slave,
Jimmy McGriff,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Cal Tjader,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lou Christie,
Marvin Gaye,
Nation of Ulysses,
New Order,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kool Moe Dee,
Clear Light,
Massinfluence,
Soulsonic Force,
Cabaret Voltaire,
John Coltrane,
The Real Kids,
the Soft Cell,
Sugar Minott,
Tom Boy,
Jacques Brel,
Don Cherry,
Pere Ubu,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bad Manners,
The Gap Band,
Underground Resistance,
Sex Pistols,
Blake Baxter,
Icehouse,
Metal Thangz,
Aaron Thompson,
Scientists,
Rapeman,
Pharoah Sanders,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Gladiators,
Quando Quango,
Mantronix,
Tears for Fears,
Brand Nubian,
Gang Starr,
Laurel Aitken,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Toasters,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.