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 Belarus and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 sitar 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the crunk 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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
MC5,
Hoover,
Ice-T,
Alphaville,
Black Pus,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Delon & Dalcan,
Joensuu 1685,
Visage,
Freddie Wadling,
Royal Trux,
Trumans Water,
Thee Headcoats,
Kenny Larkin,
Bang On A Can,
Dawn Penn,
The Techniques,
The Gladiators,
Josef K,
Barry Ungar,
Jawbox,
The Smoke,
Swell Maps,
AZ,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Fat Boys,
Massinfluence,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Fire Engines,
Icehouse,
The Slackers,
The Wake,
a-ha,
Tubeway Army,
DNA,
The Trojans,
Gong,
Bad Manners,
Gichy Dan,
Leonard Cohen,
Ludus,
Oneida,
Pantaleimon,
Section 25,
Simply Red,
The Electric Prunes,
D'Angelo,
Infiniti,
Pharoah Sanders,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sonny Sharrock,
Marvin Gaye,
Donald Byrd,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
8 Eyed Spy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Buzzcocks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
UT,
Sun City Girls,
The Associates,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.