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 Turkmenistan and from Cairo.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Paris.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet 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 The Remains to the funk 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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Mad Mike,
Kaleidoscope,
Kenny Larkin,
The Fall,
The Cure,
The Cramps,
Intrusion,
Ituana,
Unwound,
Bobby Womack,
Guru Guru,
Mandrill,
Joe Finger,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Matthew Bourne,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lucky Dragons,
The Black Dice,
Wasted Youth,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Litter,
Juan Atkins,
Neil Young,
Fugazi,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
8 Eyed Spy,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Modern Lovers,
Underground Resistance,
The Monks,
Monks,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lyres,
Bobby Byrd,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Young Rascals,
Don Cherry,
Pantaleimon,
Eddi Front,
Black Pus,
Hasil Adkins,
Infiniti,
Mr. Review,
June of 44,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Max Romeo,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Michelle Simonal,
The Misunderstood,
The Trojans,
The Raincoats,
Cal Tjader,
FM Einheit,
OOIOO,
Metal Thangz,
F. McDonald,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rites of Spring,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.