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 Kazakhstan and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Brass Construction to the disco 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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lebanon Hanover,
Morten Harket,
Deakin,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lakeside,
Glenn Branca,
Dave Gahan,
The Smoke,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Negative Approach,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Popol Vuh,
Pylon,
Todd Rundgren,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Idris Muhammad,
Boogie Down Productions,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jacob Miller,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Roxette,
Panda Bear,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Big Daddy Kane,
Barclay James Harvest,
Khruangbin,
The J.B.'s,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Con Funk Shun,
Girls At Our Best!,
Moebius,
Black Pus,
Bill Near,
Pere Ubu,
Rhythm & Sound,
Peter & Gordon,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Liliput,
Pantytec,
UT,
Mandrill,
Vladislav Delay,
The Fugs,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Buckinghams,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Offenders,
Spandau Ballet,
Maleditus Sound,
June of 44,
Porter Ricks,
Yaz,
Clear Light,
Television Personalities,
The Remains,
Marshall Jefferson,
David Axelrod,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Buzzcocks,
ABC,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.