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 Samoa and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Detroit Cobras to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
Panda Bear,
Wasted Youth,
Darondo,
The Stooges,
Joy Division,
Nick Fraelich,
Heaven 17,
The Blackbyrds,
Jawbox,
Severed Heads,
New York Dolls,
The Mummies,
Howard Jones,
Byron Stingily,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Raincoats,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jacques Brel,
Public Image Ltd.,
Cheater Slicks,
Rakim,
The Buckinghams,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Marmalade,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Vainqueur,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Qualms,
Matthew Halsall,
Radiohead,
Pussy Galore,
Warsaw,
Cameo,
Blossom Toes,
OOIOO,
Jerry's Kids,
It's A Beautiful Day,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gregory Isaacs,
Donny Hathaway,
Stereo Dub,
Sarah Menescal,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rekid,
The Busters,
Q and Not U,
Junior Murvin,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Zapp,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
CMW,
Quantec,
the Human League,
Michelle Simonal,
David Bowie,
Robert Görl,
Bush Tetras,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.