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 Iceland and from Taipei.
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 Cairo and Taipei.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Stereo Dub to the jazz 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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
Slave,
Jerry's Kids,
Henry Cow,
Reuben Wilson,
Pet Shop Boys,
Oblivians,
Fugazi,
Curtis Mayfield,
Morten Harket,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Q and Not U,
Half Japanese,
Fatback Band,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Doors,
The Tremeloes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Erasure,
The Happenings,
The Skatalites,
T.S.O.L.,
New Age Steppers,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Cure,
Jacques Brel,
Ultra Naté,
Angry Samoans,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sight & Sound,
Black Pus,
Circle Jerks,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Sound,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Scott Walker,
Yaz,
Susan Cadogan,
Radiohead,
DJ Style,
The Young Rascals,
The Litter,
a-ha,
Neu!,
Kerri Chandler,
Robert Hood,
Judy Mowatt,
Black Sheep,
The Velvet Underground,
The Pop Group,
Guru Guru,
Amon Düül,
Fear,
Derrick May,
Marvin Gaye,
Soft Machine,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gichy Dan,
Marmalade,
Wasted Youth,
UT,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Motorama,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.