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 United Kingdom and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 harpsichord 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 punk 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 Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
The Evens,
Deepchord,
The Fire Engines,
The Gun Club,
The Searchers,
Con Funk Shun,
Bill Near,
June Days,
The Toasters,
Deadbeat,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Hoover,
Mr. Review,
Icehouse,
Jacques Brel,
Boredoms,
The Blackbyrds,
Albert Ayler,
Charles Mingus,
Organ,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Standells,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Gories,
Metal Thangz,
Interpol,
Subhumans,
The Martian,
The Misunderstood,
Andrew Hill,
Sarah Menescal,
Howard Jones,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Dawn Penn,
Minny Pops,
Harmonia,
The Cowsills,
Ten City,
Avey Tare,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Outsiders,
Yellowson,
Eddi Front,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Mojo Men,
Pantaleimon,
The Slits,
Mark Hollis,
Gong,
The Young Rascals,
Depeche Mode,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Marmalade,
UT,
Ronan,
Michelle Simonal,
Toni Rubio,
The Residents,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.