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 Croatia and from Philadelphia.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 clarinet 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy 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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
Popol Vuh,
Kerri Chandler,
Groovy Waters,
Oneida,
The Cure,
Robert Hood,
Q65,
Grandmaster Flash,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Dual Sessions,
John Coltrane,
Trumans Water,
L. Decosne,
Boz Scaggs,
Country Teasers,
Malaria!,
H. Thieme,
Fad Gadget,
EPMD,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bronski Beat,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Litter,
The Kinks,
Jeff Mills,
Girls At Our Best!,
Subhumans,
The Associates,
Desert Stars,
Toni Rubio,
Anthony Braxton,
Eric Copeland,
Fatback Band,
Depeche Mode,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Tres Demented,
Heaven 17,
Sexual Harrassment,
Skriet,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kenny Larkin,
Slave,
Neu!,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pere Ubu,
The Divine Comedy,
Soul II Soul,
Wings,
Ituana,
Stereo Dub,
Sunsets and Hearts,
China Crisis,
Cybotron,
Kurtis Blow,
John Lydon,
Barrington Levy,
The Toasters,
Rapeman,
Deakin,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.