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 Mozambique and from Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Deakin 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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
T.S.O.L.,
Mr. Review,
The Sonics,
Audionom,
CMW,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Grandmaster Flash,
Glenn Branca,
Altered Images,
The Litter,
Moby Grape,
Thee Headcoats,
The Fire Engines,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Absolute Body Control,
Cluster,
New Order,
The Black Dice,
The Smoke,
Lucky Dragons,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Porter Ricks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Aaron Thompson,
The Gories,
Alice Coltrane,
Mary Jane Girls,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Standells,
Eric Dolphy,
The Martian,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lakeside,
Black Moon,
The Angels of Light,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Last Poets,
Icehouse,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Harmonia,
the Swans,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
the Association,
Colin Newman,
Procol Harum,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Modern Lovers,
Grey Daturas,
Marc Almond,
Connie Case,
R.M.O.,
Black Sheep,
Livin' Joy,
Darondo,
The Walker Brothers,
Erykah Badu,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.