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 Kosovo and from Shanghai.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Minnie Riperton to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
Zero Boys,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gastr Del Sol,
Delta 5,
Circle Jerks,
The Dave Clark Five,
U.S. Maple,
Tres Demented,
Pere Ubu,
Lindisfarne,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Adolescents,
The Index,
Donny Hathaway,
Bush Tetras,
Nation of Ulysses,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Young Rascals,
Crash Course in Science,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Birthday Party,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
L. Decosne,
Eric B and Rakim,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Mantronix,
Zapp,
Oblivians,
Radiohead,
Rotary Connection,
Suicide,
The Velvet Underground,
Nik Kershaw,
Aswad,
Gerry Rafferty,
Depeche Mode,
Von Mondo,
Kenny Larkin,
The Smiths,
Brothers Johnson,
Ornette Coleman,
Desert Stars,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Moody Blues,
Aloha Tigers,
Buzzcocks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Alarm Clocks,
Surgeon,
Alphaville,
Procol Harum,
The Sonics,
Accadde A,
Soulsonic Force,
Arthur Verocai,
Faraquet,
Gregory Isaacs,
Intrusion,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.