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 Ethiopia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 sitar 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 OOIOO to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
New Age Steppers,
OOIOO,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ossler,
The Slits,
Godley & Creme,
Janne Schatter,
Magazine,
Nirvana,
Audionom,
Icehouse,
Mandrill,
Clear Light,
The J.B.'s,
Ituana,
Gang Gang Dance,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Interpol,
Derrick Morgan,
Ultra Naté,
The Residents,
Camouflage,
Eddi Front,
Malaria!,
Fat Boys,
Kaleidoscope,
Amazonics,
The Cure,
Suicide,
Idris Muhammad,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sister Nancy,
Spoonie Gee,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
KRS-One,
The Barracudas,
Bizarre Inc.,
Glenn Branca,
Yusef Lateef,
The Stooges,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Byron Stingily,
Brothers Johnson,
Michelle Simonal,
La Düsseldorf,
Wolf Eyes,
The Fuzztones,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Swell Maps,
Unrelated Segments,
E-Dancer,
Crash Course in Science,
Anakelly,
Rapeman,
Pagans,
The Busters,
Bauhaus,
The Mojo Men,
Visage,
Babytalk,
Piero Umiliani,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.