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 Andorra and from Houston.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mexico City.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Black Flag to the electroclash 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
Excepter,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
kango's stein massive,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rekid,
Albert Ayler,
Pulsallama,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ken Boothe,
Roxette,
Darondo,
Infiniti,
The Blues Magoos,
Dual Sessions,
The Detroit Cobras,
Leonard Cohen,
Hasil Adkins,
Inner City,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Happenings,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Laurel Aitken,
Bootsy Collins,
The Fall,
a-ha,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Stockholm Monsters,
James White and The Blacks,
Jesper Dahlback,
Radiohead,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Sound,
Nico,
The J.B.'s,
Morten Harket,
Groovy Waters,
Brand Nubian,
Young Marble Giants,
Ituana,
Babytalk,
Jandek,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gang Starr,
Fatback Band,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Zero Boys,
The New Christs,
Scion,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Deadbeat,
ABC,
Siglo XX,
Joyce Sims,
T. Rex,
Kerri Chandler,
Section 25,
Quadrant,
Minnie Riperton,
Television Personalities,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.