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 Monaco and from Tehran.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 guitar 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 Minutemen to the funk 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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
Isaac Hayes,
John Holt,
Icehouse,
Colin Newman,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Das Ding,
James White and The Blacks,
Supertramp,
Maleditus Sound,
Hardrive,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Half Japanese,
Ludus,
The Smoke,
Unrelated Segments,
Scion,
Sällskapet,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Brothers Johnson,
Infiniti,
The Fugs,
The Dirtbombs,
Scan 7,
Visage,
Average White Band,
The Walker Brothers,
Neil Young,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sarah Menescal,
Nico,
The Searchers,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Divine Comedy,
Blossom Toes,
Section 25,
Althea and Donna,
Wolf Eyes,
Donny Hathaway,
Skaos,
Hasil Adkins,
Nas,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pantaleimon,
Eve St. Jones,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ossler,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Slave,
Kevin Saunderson,
Marine Girls,
Altered Images,
Erykah Badu,
Saccharine Trust,
The Move,
Maurizio,
Peter and Kerry,
June of 44,
Circle Jerks,
Faust,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.