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 Jordan and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 synthesizer 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 Adolescents to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
Althea and Donna,
The Fugs,
The Dead C,
Minny Pops,
Mantronix,
Panda Bear,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Barclay James Harvest,
Animal Collective,
Audionom,
Supertramp,
Marc Almond,
Zero Boys,
The Misunderstood,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Aaron Thompson,
Index,
Main Source,
Dual Sessions,
Fugazi,
Max Romeo,
The Sonics,
Infiniti,
Matthew Bourne,
Television Personalities,
Fela Kuti,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Moss Icon,
ABC,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Warren Ellis,
Cheater Slicks,
Eli Mardock,
Amon Düül II,
Vladislav Delay,
The Smiths,
Freddie Wadling,
Pole,
Electric Light Orchestra,
the Bar-Kays,
Stetsasonic,
Black Bananas,
Q65,
Slick Rick,
Young Marble Giants,
Alton Ellis,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Arthur Verocai,
Sonny Sharrock,
Funkadelic,
Wolf Eyes,
Angry Samoans,
Skaos,
X-Ray Spex,
John Lydon,
Dorothy Ashby,
FM Einheit,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.