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 Cambodia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 synthesizer 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 Spoonie Gee to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
Glambeats Corp.,
MC5,
Cluster,
Rekid,
Tom Boy,
cv313,
Dead Boys,
Grauzone,
Black Pus,
The Dirtbombs,
Rufus Thomas,
Bobby Womack,
the Human League,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Gories,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
David Axelrod,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Mantronix,
Matthew Bourne,
Saccharine Trust,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Das Ding,
Organ,
Suicide,
La Düsseldorf,
Donald Byrd,
Ossler,
Kaleidoscope,
Wasted Youth,
Fluxion,
The American Breed,
Juan Atkins,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Alison Limerick,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Leaves,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Walker Brothers,
Livin' Joy,
Joe Finger,
Colin Newman,
Chrome,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bobby Byrd,
The Black Dice,
Babytalk,
Symarip,
Todd Rundgren,
Lakeside,
Ronnie Foster,
The Detroit Cobras,
Robert Görl,
The Kinks,
The Fall,
Reuben Wilson,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.