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 Finland and from Calgary.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 guitar 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 Sugar Minott to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
Fear,
Nas,
Judy Mowatt,
Darondo,
Juan Atkins,
Tommy Roe,
Grey Daturas,
The Move,
Scratch Acid,
Cymande,
Pharoah Sanders,
It's A Beautiful Day,
KRS-One,
Minor Threat,
Davy DMX,
Niagra,
Boz Scaggs,
Porter Ricks,
Make Up,
The Motions,
The Litter,
Matthew Bourne,
Boredoms,
Spandau Ballet,
The Busters,
Sugar Minott,
Scion,
the Association,
Barbara Tucker,
Aswad,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sonny Sharrock,
Moss Icon,
Skarface,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pere Ubu,
Chris Corsano,
New York Dolls,
The Red Krayola,
Soul Sonic Force,
X-Ray Spex,
The Cure,
Section 25,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Aural Exciters,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Depeche Mode,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Faust,
Infiniti,
Piero Umiliani,
The Residents,
Pole,
Liliput,
Minny Pops,
The Five Americans,
Ornette Coleman,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.