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 Mali and from Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 sitar 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 Wings to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
The Kinks,
Slick Rick,
Chris Corsano,
Nick Fraelich,
Surgeon,
Alton Ellis,
Joe Smooth,
Deepchord,
Blancmange,
La Düsseldorf,
the Swans,
The Smiths,
Gong,
The Slackers,
Gichy Dan,
Dawn Penn,
The Wake,
Altered Images,
The Count Five,
Joyce Sims,
Siglo XX,
Pole,
Sexual Harrassment,
Niagra,
One Last Wish,
The Misunderstood,
The Human League,
Ten City,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Hardrive,
Mandrill,
Fatback Band,
Joey Negro,
Erasure,
Carl Craig,
Isaac Hayes,
The Monochrome Set,
Brick,
ABBA,
John Coltrane,
June Days,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rakim,
Von Mondo,
Jandek,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Brass Construction,
Kerrie Biddell,
Neil Young,
John Holt,
Public Image Ltd.,
Underground Resistance,
Sex Pistols,
The Fall,
Roxette,
Franke,
Juan Atkins,
Metal Thangz,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.