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 East Timor and from London.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 spring reverb 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
Hardrive,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Techniques,
Gregory Isaacs,
Adolescents,
Kayak,
Banda Bassotti,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Audionom,
T.S.O.L.,
Whodini,
Sonny Sharrock,
K-Klass,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
OOIOO,
The Gladiators,
Section 25,
Robert Wyatt,
Unwound,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Gun Club,
Aaron Thompson,
Hot Snakes,
The Detroit Cobras,
Tears for Fears,
Hashim,
UT,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
8 Eyed Spy,
Wire,
Moby Grape,
Crispian St. Peters,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Newcleus,
The Dirtbombs,
Wings,
The Gap Band,
The Young Rascals,
The Durutti Column,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gang of Four,
Lalann,
The Real Kids,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Wally Richardson,
Ornette Coleman,
The Modern Lovers,
Joensuu 1685,
Sarah Menescal,
Laurel Aitken,
10cc,
Duran Duran,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Oblivians,
X-Ray Spex,
Sun City Girls,
Masters at Work,
Steve Hackett,
Drexciya,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.