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 Benin and from Lille.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Pole to the jazz 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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
DNA,
The Motions,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Franke,
The Neon Judgement,
the Human League,
Shoche,
The Techniques,
Radiohead,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Martian,
The Skatalites,
Monolake,
Tears for Fears,
Procol Harum,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Misunderstood,
Make Up,
FM Einheit,
Graham Central Station,
Aural Exciters,
ABBA,
Ten City,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Laurel Aitken,
Reagan Youth,
Whodini,
Lalann,
Angry Samoans,
The Fugs,
Radio Birdman,
JFA,
Alton Ellis,
Flash Fearless,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Masters at Work,
Pet Shop Boys,
Groovy Waters,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
10cc,
The Music Machine,
Henry Cow,
Scott Walker,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Black Dice,
The Searchers,
T.S.O.L.,
Y Pants,
Todd Terry,
Wasted Youth,
Severed Heads,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Suicide,
June of 44,
The Divine Comedy,
Iggy Pop,
Joensuu 1685,
Silicon Teens,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.