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 East Timor and from Toronto.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 theremin 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
Los Fastidios,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Subhumans,
Nico,
Black Bananas,
T.S.O.L.,
The Real Kids,
The Walker Brothers,
Lower 48,
Circle Jerks,
The Busters,
Johnny Osbourne,
Drexciya,
Fad Gadget,
Lyres,
Gregory Isaacs,
Althea and Donna,
Von Mondo,
Kayak,
Audionom,
The Smiths,
Faraquet,
Spandau Ballet,
Ralphi Rosario,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Leonard Cohen,
John Holt,
Fear,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Radiohead,
Eddi Front,
The Remains,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lalo Schifrin,
Tears for Fears,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Slackers,
Black Moon,
Don Cherry,
Kaleidoscope,
The Gladiators,
The Fuzztones,
U.S. Maple,
Electric Prunes,
a-ha,
Wings,
Moebius,
Gang Green,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Graham Central Station,
Model 500,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ultravox,
Fat Boys,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Franke,
Groovy Waters,
Sonny Sharrock,
Tropical Tobacco,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.