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 Ivory Coast and from Tokyo.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Pussy Galore to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Derrick May,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Laurel Aitken,
Bobby Sherman,
The Buckinghams,
The Slackers,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lungfish,
Television Personalities,
Ronnie Foster,
ABC,
John Holt,
Wolf Eyes,
Delta 5,
Fluxion,
the Bar-Kays,
The Young Rascals,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Silicon Teens,
Cluster,
Colin Newman,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Standells,
Youth Brigade,
Jawbox,
Section 25,
Crooked Eye,
Radio Birdman,
Soft Machine,
Lakeside,
The Move,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Parry Music,
Metal Thangz,
Magazine,
Barclay James Harvest,
Marc Almond,
Scrapy,
Bronski Beat,
John Foxx,
Patti Smith,
DNA,
Darondo,
The Litter,
Cybotron,
Boz Scaggs,
Supertramp,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Raincoats,
Marvin Gaye,
Depeche Mode,
Erasure,
Nas,
Altered Images,
Amazonics,
June of 44,
Eddi Front,
Sonic Youth,
The Sonics,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.