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 India and from Manchester.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Pagans 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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Pus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
Alice Coltrane,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Roxy Music,
The Wake,
ABC,
Lalo Schifrin,
Arab on Radar,
Gang Green,
Siglo XX,
Malaria!,
Bill Near,
Bluetip,
Arcadia,
Man Parrish,
Gang of Four,
the Bar-Kays,
Sexual Harrassment,
X-Ray Spex,
The Last Poets,
Jacob Miller,
Lakeside,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Althea and Donna,
Eden Ahbez,
Amon Düül,
The Smoke,
Donny Hathaway,
The Birthday Party,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Star Department,
Morten Harket,
Roxette,
The Evens,
Fort Wilson Riot,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Average White Band,
Nico,
Funky Four + One,
The Martian,
Lou Reed,
Barbara Tucker,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Residents,
Matthew Bourne,
Dawn Penn,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bauhaus,
Deakin,
The Pretty Things,
Absolute Body Control,
Pharoah Sanders,
the Fania All-Stars,
Groovy Waters,
Robert Hood,
David Bowie,
Y Pants,
Skriet,
Mary Jane Girls,
Dual Sessions,
Soft Cell,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.