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 Vietnam and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Scientists to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
Sun City Girls,
A Flock of Seagulls,
New Age Steppers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Anthony Braxton,
The Star Department,
Q65,
Schoolly D,
Oneida,
Amazonics,
Liliput,
ABC,
Reuben Wilson,
The Move,
Dawn Penn,
Deadbeat,
Reagan Youth,
PIL,
Rod Modell,
The Moody Blues,
the Sonics,
Pylon,
The Cowsills,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bobby Byrd,
The Names,
Yazoo,
Popol Vuh,
Soul Sonic Force,
X-102,
Scientists,
Quando Quango,
K-Klass,
China Crisis,
Pussy Galore,
The Tremeloes,
The Gun Club,
R.M.O.,
Thee Headcoats,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
June of 44,
Soft Machine,
DNA,
Max Romeo,
Bang On A Can,
The Seeds,
Panda Bear,
Gang Gang Dance,
Barclay James Harvest,
Shoche,
Pantytec,
Radio Birdman,
The Pop Group,
The Dead C,
Sällskapet,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.