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 Mongolia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 chamberlin 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 Shoche to the punk 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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Moss Icon,
Nico,
Agent Orange,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kerrie Biddell,
Idris Muhammad,
Crime,
Delta 5,
Hardrive,
The Real Kids,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Mad Mike,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Fall,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bauhaus,
Parry Music,
Amon Düül II,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Vainqueur,
Colin Newman,
The Knickerbockers,
Neu!,
Scott Walker,
Fluxion,
Nas,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bronski Beat,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gong,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Symarip,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kas Product,
Chrome,
Johnny Clarke,
Average White Band,
The Sisters of Mercy,
UT,
Bill Wells,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Walker Brothers,
Charles Mingus,
Man Parrish,
Gil Scott Heron,
Agitation Free,
Newcleus,
Electric Prunes,
David McCallum,
Andrew Hill,
The Golliwogs,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
cv313,
Nils Olav,
the Slits,
Jeru the Damaja,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.