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 San Marino and from Toronto.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 Kaleidoscope to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
Cheater Slicks,
Howard Jones,
Flamin' Groovies,
Eddi Front,
Glambeats Corp.,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
June of 44,
Robert Wyatt,
cv313,
Stockholm Monsters,
Subhumans,
Mark Hollis,
Cal Tjader,
The Remains,
Boredoms,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rhythm & Sound,
Goldenarms,
Hardrive,
Suburban Knight,
Eurythmics,
Black Pus,
Fela Kuti,
Chris Corsano,
Y Pants,
In Retrospect,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Alphaville,
The Standells,
Todd Terry,
Crime,
The Litter,
Barry Ungar,
the Association,
Scrapy,
The New Christs,
Little Man,
Babytalk,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Slackers,
Marvin Gaye,
The Durutti Column,
ABC,
Roger Hodgson,
Gregory Isaacs,
Todd Rundgren,
Scion,
Gang Starr,
Joyce Sims,
The Black Dice,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bill Near,
Spoonie Gee,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sarah Menescal,
The Modern Lovers,
Pagans,
Grey Daturas,
Adolescents,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Mad Mike,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.