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 Burkina and from Accra.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 OOIOO to the rock 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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
Organ,
8 Eyed Spy,
Babytalk,
Moss Icon,
The Move,
Minor Threat,
Lalann,
Kayak,
Kas Product,
DNA,
The Happenings,
John Cale,
Minny Pops,
Rotary Connection,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
MC5,
Oneida,
Lightning Bolt,
Delon & Dalcan,
Desert Stars,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pere Ubu,
La Düsseldorf,
cv313,
Groovy Waters,
Subhumans,
The Blues Magoos,
Iggy Pop,
Letta Mbulu,
Glenn Branca,
Y Pants,
The Dirtbombs,
Siglo XX,
Los Fastidios,
The Cure,
The Gap Band,
The Fortunes,
Swell Maps,
Lungfish,
Black Pus,
The Mojo Men,
Flash Fearless,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Shadows of Knight,
Eddi Front,
The New Christs,
Skriet,
The Velvet Underground,
The Cowsills,
Johnny Osbourne,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Victims,
Technova,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Mr. Review,
Aloha Tigers,
Robert Görl,
The Music Machine,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pole,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.