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 Finland and from Manila.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 mellotron 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 Audionom to the electroclash 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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
F. McDonald,
Cybotron,
Electric Prunes,
the Germs,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Fela Kuti,
Ultravox,
Gregory Isaacs,
Patti Smith,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Detroit Cobras,
The New Christs,
Franke,
Sun City Girls,
Johnny Clarke,
Desert Stars,
The Index,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Siglo XX,
a-ha,
Sarah Menescal,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Eli Mardock,
Accadde A,
LL Cool J,
Unrelated Segments,
Surgeon,
Amon Düül,
Radiopuhelimet,
Dawn Penn,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Piero Umiliani,
Slick Rick,
The Happenings,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Steve Hackett,
Lucky Dragons,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Mo-Dettes,
Peter & Gordon,
Eric B and Rakim,
Matthew Halsall,
Skarface,
Camouflage,
Todd Rundgren,
The Electric Prunes,
Tommy Roe,
48th St. Collective,
cv313,
The Kinks,
Buzzcocks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Byron Stingily,
Masters at Work,
Outsiders,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.