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 Saudi Arabia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Skarface to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Dead C. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
Andrew Hill,
48th St. Collective,
The Offenders,
Agent Orange,
Jacques Brel,
Animal Collective,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Radiopuhelimet,
Unrelated Segments,
Excepter,
The Velvet Underground,
Eric Dolphy,
Aaron Thompson,
Outsiders,
Rekid,
Susan Cadogan,
Second Layer,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Slick Rick,
Bobby Sherman,
Joy Division,
Ken Boothe,
Brothers Johnson,
Mark Hollis,
Crash Course in Science,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Nas,
Sexual Harrassment,
DJ Style,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bad Manners,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
EPMD,
Scratch Acid,
Jeru the Damaja,
Amon Düül,
MC5,
Scott Walker,
Man Parrish,
Fluxion,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Moss Icon,
The Black Dice,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Circle Jerks,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lower 48,
The Seeds,
Barry Ungar,
Arcadia,
DJ Sneak,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Main Source,
The Happenings,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Crispy Ambulance,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.