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 Congo and from Columbus.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Audionom,
Electric Prunes,
Suicide,
The Invisible,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bobby Byrd,
Liliput,
Monks,
The Evens,
Derrick May,
Cheater Slicks,
L. Decosne,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Curtis Mayfield,
Erasure,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Main Source,
Joy Division,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Stetsasonic,
Banda Bassotti,
Angry Samoans,
Dorothy Ashby,
Popol Vuh,
Graham Central Station,
Alice Coltrane,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Albert Ayler,
Kas Product,
Marvin Gaye,
Dead Boys,
Roger Hodgson,
Bootsy Collins,
Donny Hathaway,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
New Order,
Saccharine Trust,
One Last Wish,
Pulsallama,
Von Mondo,
Bobby Sherman,
Chris & Cosey,
Sight & Sound,
Smog,
Urselle,
The Blackbyrds,
DJ Style,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
the Normal,
Davy DMX,
The Gun Club,
Oneida,
Model 500,
T. Rex,
Television,
The Fire Engines,
Roy Ayers,
Franke,
Tim Buckley,
Wally Richardson,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.