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 Belgium and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 organ 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 Cowsills to the punk 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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
Marmalade,
Popol Vuh,
Tubeway Army,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Joe Smooth,
Monks,
The Grass Roots,
Thompson Twins,
DJ Sneak,
Albert Ayler,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Radiopuhelimet,
the Bar-Kays,
UT,
Ornette Coleman,
Heaven 17,
Roger Hodgson,
Stiv Bators,
Yusef Lateef,
Unrelated Segments,
The Cowsills,
The Blackbyrds,
Kerrie Biddell,
Whodini,
Roy Ayers,
Rekid,
Flamin' Groovies,
Suburban Knight,
Nico,
Boredoms,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rosa Yemen,
Amazonics,
Robert Hood,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
the Human League,
Siglo XX,
The Saints,
Roxette,
The Blues Magoos,
The Mojo Men,
Lower 48,
Faust,
Moss Icon,
Lungfish,
David Axelrod,
Porter Ricks,
Supertramp,
the Swans,
Judy Mowatt,
Minutemen,
Monolake,
Suicide,
Quadrant,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jandek,
Pagans,
David McCallum,
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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.