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 Albania and from New York.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Tremeloes to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
the Sonics,
Interpol,
Wolf Eyes,
Bobby Sherman,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Archie Shepp,
Hasil Adkins,
Brick,
Circle Jerks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jandek,
Deadbeat,
This Heat,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
the Germs,
Robert Wyatt,
The Angels of Light,
Severed Heads,
Fear,
Tropical Tobacco,
Smog,
Outsiders,
Fatback Band,
The Grass Roots,
Brass Construction,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Velvet Underground,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Piero Umiliani,
Fad Gadget,
10cc,
Dark Day,
Pierre Henry,
The Victims,
Eli Mardock,
Gang Starr,
Nirvana,
Intrusion,
Erykah Badu,
Drexciya,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Busters,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Patti Smith,
Soft Machine,
Scrapy,
Soul Sonic Force,
Dead Boys,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Audionom,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jeff Lynne,
The Barracudas,
Dual Sessions,
Procol Harum,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.