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 Nicaragua and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Lalann to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
Jesper Dahlback,
Glambeats Corp.,
Echospace,
Reagan Youth,
Unrelated Segments,
Stereo Dub,
Japan,
Supertramp,
Nirvana,
Monks,
The Divine Comedy,
the Normal,
The Seeds,
Kevin Saunderson,
Slick Rick,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bobby Sherman,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Deadbeat,
Grey Daturas,
Faust,
Schoolly D,
The Mighty Diamonds,
June of 44,
Cybotron,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Doobie Brothers,
Heaven 17,
Babytalk,
Lungfish,
Visage,
Adolescents,
Moby Grape,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
FM Einheit,
Lucky Dragons,
Country Teasers,
Delon & Dalcan,
John Holt,
Ohio Players,
Duran Duran,
Gastr Del Sol,
Boogie Down Productions,
R.M.O.,
Prince Buster,
Mission of Burma,
Nas,
UT,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Associates,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Cecil Taylor,
The Human League,
Pantytec,
Ken Boothe,
Kenny Larkin,
Panda Bear,
Trumans Water,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.