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 Mongolia and from Manila.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Amazonics to the techno 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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord 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 an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
CMW,
Vladislav Delay,
F. McDonald,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Leaves,
Youth Brigade,
Animal Collective,
Rakim,
Joey Negro,
The Dave Clark Five,
Moss Icon,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Neil Young,
Bluetip,
Ralphi Rosario,
Groovy Waters,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bob Dylan,
Kerrie Biddell,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Terry Callier,
Icehouse,
Avey Tare,
Easy Going,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Grey Daturas,
Minny Pops,
New Order,
The Sonics,
Aloha Tigers,
Basic Channel,
Mary Jane Girls,
Swans,
Nation of Ulysses,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lindisfarne,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Freddie Wadling,
Fatback Band,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Dave Gahan,
The Standells,
Pere Ubu,
Yazoo,
Soul II Soul,
Tears for Fears,
David Bowie,
In Retrospect,
Intrusion,
Zapp,
Ossler,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Babytalk,
Fluxion,
B.T. Express,
The Fortunes,
Adolescents,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.