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 Hungary and from Portland.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Houston.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Nico to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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?
Minutemen,
Wings,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Wire,
Unrelated Segments,
The Standells,
R.M.O.,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Loose Ends,
Alison Limerick,
Ice-T,
The Cure,
The Angels of Light,
Terrestrial Tones,
X-102,
Morten Harket,
Symarip,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Oneida,
DNA,
The Gories,
James White and The Blacks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rakim,
Boz Scaggs,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lucky Dragons,
Tom Boy,
Qualms,
Mad Mike,
Slave,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jesper Dahlback,
Freddie Wadling,
Robert Wyatt,
Eddi Front,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Sonics,
The Sound,
Darondo,
Sugar Minott,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Happenings,
LL Cool J,
Peter and Kerry,
The Moody Blues,
Archie Shepp,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Stooges,
Intrusion,
Prince Buster,
Livin' Joy,
Radiohead,
Blossom Toes,
D'Angelo,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Tremeloes,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.