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 Senegal and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 Manchester and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 arpeggiator 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 Unwound to the jazz 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 the Germs. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
Magazine,
Brick,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Mars,
Rosa Yemen,
Carl Craig,
Al Stewart,
Soulsonic Force,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Skatalites,
The Slits,
Yaz,
Unwound,
Albert Ayler,
New Age Steppers,
Jeff Lynne,
F. McDonald,
Camouflage,
Slave,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bauhaus,
Stereo Dub,
L. Decosne,
Jeff Mills,
Eric Copeland,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Divine Comedy,
The Moody Blues,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bob Dylan,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Searchers,
D'Angelo,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Boogie Down Productions,
Henry Cow,
Sex Pistols,
Tubeway Army,
Siglo XX,
John Foxx,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ice-T,
Joey Negro,
Cluster,
X-102,
Lucky Dragons,
This Heat,
The Tremeloes,
Donny Hathaway,
Harmonia,
FM Einheit,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Faraquet,
The Residents,
Matthew Bourne,
Talk Talk,
John Holt,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.