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 Suriname and from Manchester.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 chamberlin 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 Nico to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
Deadbeat,
Angry Samoans,
Davy DMX,
Skriet,
Minny Pops,
One Last Wish,
Swans,
Newcleus,
The Young Rascals,
Masters at Work,
DJ Sneak,
Hot Snakes,
10cc,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Isaac Hayes,
Archie Shepp,
Blossom Toes,
Soul Sonic Force,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Infiniti,
Barrington Levy,
Neu!,
The Monochrome Set,
The Evens,
Urselle,
Bauhaus,
Brothers Johnson,
Marc Almond,
Trumans Water,
Bobby Womack,
Tropical Tobacco,
Little Man,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rotary Connection,
Tubeway Army,
Byron Stingily,
Chris Corsano,
Roger Hodgson,
Thompson Twins,
Danielle Patucci,
Gil Scott Heron,
Nas,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Oneida,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Flash Fearless,
Duran Duran,
Excepter,
The Happenings,
cv313,
Public Image Ltd.,
Quantec,
Lee Hazlewood,
the Association,
The Angels of Light,
The Electric Prunes,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.