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 Japan and from New York.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 X-Ray Spex to the rap 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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke 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 a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
Franke,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Todd Terry,
Royal Trux,
Chris Corsano,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Smiths,
Darondo,
Ronnie Foster,
David Axelrod,
Marshall Jefferson,
Easy Going,
Radio Birdman,
Barry Ungar,
Black Bananas,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The J.B.'s,
The Gun Club,
The Black Dice,
The Neon Judgement,
China Crisis,
Angry Samoans,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Boz Scaggs,
Ornette Coleman,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Red Krayola,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Inner City,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Martian,
Chrome,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Moleskins,
Smog,
The Vogues,
Public Enemy,
The Remains,
Monks,
The Gladiators,
Radiohead,
Kaleidoscope,
The Happenings,
Gil Scott Heron,
AZ,
Eurythmics,
Lalo Schifrin,
Negative Approach,
Underground Resistance,
Flash Fearless,
the Sonics,
Jesper Dahlback,
Colin Newman,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.