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 Taiwan and from Calgary.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sällskapet to the funk 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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
Reagan Youth,
Crispian St. Peters,
Fluxion,
The Fugs,
Nico,
Oneida,
Television Personalities,
Soul II Soul,
The Dead C,
Neil Young,
Boredoms,
the Sonics,
Lucky Dragons,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Q and Not U,
Eden Ahbez,
Man Parrish,
Brand Nubian,
Davy DMX,
DJ Sneak,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ronnie Foster,
The Pop Group,
The Fall,
The Blues Magoos,
China Crisis,
Bush Tetras,
The Happenings,
The Neon Judgement,
Marine Girls,
Motorama,
The Dirtbombs,
Donald Byrd,
U.S. Maple,
The Slits,
Jerry's Kids,
Susan Cadogan,
Zapp,
Toni Rubio,
Patti Smith,
The Doors,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Duran Duran,
Rufus Thomas,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Cheater Slicks,
The Barracudas,
Sun Ra,
Peter & Gordon,
Freddie Wadling,
Jacob Miller,
Outsiders,
The Mojo Men,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
the Human League,
Franke,
Malaria!,
The Offenders,
Crispy Ambulance,
Smog,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.