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 Macedonia and from Halifax.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 harpsichord 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 The Standells to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
Kayak,
Mission of Burma,
Nik Kershaw,
Lindisfarne,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Nils Olav,
Niagra,
The Five Americans,
The Pretty Things,
Little Man,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Y Pants,
Chris & Cosey,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pylon,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Isaac Hayes,
Skarface,
Tom Boy,
Essential Logic,
Jeff Mills,
Dawn Penn,
Michelle Simonal,
Kaleidoscope,
Amon Düül II,
Joey Negro,
Warsaw,
Kas Product,
Godley & Creme,
the Normal,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
F. McDonald,
Pierre Henry,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Glenn Branca,
Ultravox,
Infiniti,
Leonard Cohen,
Toni Rubio,
Slick Rick,
Kurtis Blow,
Bill Wells,
John Foxx,
New Order,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Buzzcocks,
Wasted Youth,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Cramps,
Tubeway Army,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Chrome,
Jandek,
Hashim,
Animal Collective,
Smog,
Andrew Hill,
Fela Kuti,
Crash Course in Science,
Morten Harket,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.