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 Cuba and from Portland.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 mellotron 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 New Order to the grime 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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
Bill Near,
Average White Band,
Bootsy Collins,
T.S.O.L.,
Buzzcocks,
Drive Like Jehu,
Drexciya,
Brothers Johnson,
The Blackbyrds,
Joensuu 1685,
Peter & Gordon,
The Birthday Party,
Harry Pussy,
Outsiders,
Ice-T,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
New Order,
Derrick Morgan,
Massinfluence,
Scan 7,
Electric Prunes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Liliput,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Procol Harum,
Pole,
Mr. Review,
Stiv Bators,
Urselle,
The Moleskins,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sarah Menescal,
Vladislav Delay,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Minnie Riperton,
Maurizio,
The Stooges,
The J.B.'s,
Faraquet,
The Offenders,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Accadde A,
New Age Steppers,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Skaos,
Half Japanese,
The Angels of Light,
Chrome,
Iggy Pop,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Todd Terry,
Archie Shepp,
Al Stewart,
Mars,
Hardrive,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Last Poets,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.