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 Belize and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 Nation of Ulysses to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Anakelly,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Fugs,
EPMD,
Intrusion,
Sparks,
Joe Smooth,
Essential Logic,
Swans,
The New Christs,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Delta 5,
Yazoo,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
DJ Sneak,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Nation of Ulysses,
Scientists,
Lalo Schifrin,
Boredoms,
Sound Behaviour,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lightning Bolt,
Frankie Knuckles,
Quantec,
Nirvana,
Can,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Heaven 17,
Wire,
Sarah Menescal,
Toni Rubio,
Con Funk Shun,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Neon Judgement,
Cluster,
Mission of Burma,
Agent Orange,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sexual Harrassment,
Byron Stingily,
Wolf Eyes,
Gang Gang Dance,
Quadrant,
Pet Shop Boys,
Avey Tare,
MDC,
Magma,
Panda Bear,
Yaz,
Japan,
Ultravox,
Don Cherry,
Sun City Girls,
Depeche Mode,
Graham Central Station,
The Walker Brothers,
The Black Dice,
Grey Daturas,
Young Marble Giants,
Jacob Miller,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.