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 Thailand and from Houston.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Beijing.
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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Cameo to the punk 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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jacques Brel,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Max Romeo,
The Raincoats,
Fugazi,
June Days,
Warren Ellis,
Kas Product,
Easy Going,
John Lydon,
Moss Icon,
The Sound,
Das Ding,
Aloha Tigers,
Zapp,
Marc Almond,
Spoonie Gee,
Connie Case,
Electric Prunes,
Traffic Nightmare,
Avey Tare,
The Doors,
Man Parrish,
Ponytail,
ABC,
Von Mondo,
Sugar Minott,
Freddie Wadling,
Negative Approach,
The Dirtbombs,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Letta Mbulu,
The Divine Comedy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The United States of America,
Flash Fearless,
The Moleskins,
Babytalk,
Bob Dylan,
Alphaville,
F. McDonald,
The Slits,
48th St. Collective,
The Trojans,
Maurizio,
Infiniti,
Blancmange,
Animal Collective,
Fela Kuti,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bobby Byrd,
Ohio Players,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Peter and Kerry,
Todd Rundgren,
Quando Quango,
cv313,
Bad Manners,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jeff Lynne,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.