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 France and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 organ 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 Minny Pops to the crunk 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
Throbbing Gristle,
Black Moon,
Ituana,
Radiohead,
Matthew Bourne,
Hot Snakes,
Skriet,
World's Most,
Scrapy,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pussy Galore,
Make Up,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gichy Dan,
Magma,
Hasil Adkins,
Rakim,
Schoolly D,
the Slits,
EPMD,
Dawn Penn,
Bush Tetras,
Roxette,
Lalann,
John Foxx,
Audionom,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
L. Decosne,
Sonny Sharrock,
Tres Demented,
Massinfluence,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pharoah Sanders,
Fear,
Echospace,
Eric Dolphy,
Nils Olav,
Letta Mbulu,
Minutemen,
Jeff Mills,
Dave Gahan,
Tom Boy,
Josef K,
The Misunderstood,
Joy Division,
Scan 7,
Basic Channel,
Roy Ayers,
Crooked Eye,
Black Bananas,
Bill Wells,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pulsallama,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Stooges,
Kayak,
Harpers Bizarre,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.