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 Kiribati and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Suburban Knight to the electroclash 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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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?
Laurel Aitken,
KRS-One,
Guru Guru,
The Litter,
The Zeros,
The United States of America,
the Normal,
Pantaleimon,
Rekid,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Newcleus,
Danielle Patucci,
The Gladiators,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Real Kids,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Man Eating Sloth,
Nirvana,
Gang Green,
The Wake,
The Fugs,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Soul Sonic Force,
FM Einheit,
Radio Birdman,
Mission of Burma,
Banda Bassotti,
Faust,
The Cure,
Howard Jones,
Black Sheep,
Bob Dylan,
Magazine,
Ronnie Foster,
The Beau Brummels,
Silicon Teens,
cv313,
The Last Poets,
The Cramps,
Michelle Simonal,
Camouflage,
Q65,
Todd Rundgren,
Yusef Lateef,
Porter Ricks,
Radiopuhelimet,
Absolute Body Control,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
China Crisis,
Eric B and Rakim,
Piero Umiliani,
Rapeman,
Moby Grape,
Ten City,
R.M.O.,
Trumans Water,
Rod Modell,
JFA,
Amazonics,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.