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 Comoros and from Salvador.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 Cheater Slicks to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
Ken Boothe,
Gang Starr,
Bobby Sherman,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
F. McDonald,
Gang Gang Dance,
the Bar-Kays,
June of 44,
Ohio Players,
Electric Prunes,
The Leaves,
Audionom,
a-ha,
Joensuu 1685,
The Motions,
Pole,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Josef K,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rapeman,
Theoretical Girls,
Rites of Spring,
Lindisfarne,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rhythm & Sound,
Crash Course in Science,
The Smiths,
La Düsseldorf,
Royal Trux,
Pet Shop Boys,
U.S. Maple,
Spoonie Gee,
The Mummies,
Black Bananas,
Blake Baxter,
Black Flag,
New Order,
Scratch Acid,
Quantec,
This Heat,
Toni Rubio,
Leonard Cohen,
John Cale,
the Normal,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Monks,
The J.B.'s,
Aloha Tigers,
AZ,
The Buckinghams,
Todd Rundgren,
Thompson Twins,
the Sonics,
John Lydon,
Joey Negro,
John Holt,
Thee Headcoats,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pulsallama,
The Gladiators,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.