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 Kiribati and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 spring reverb 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 Mantronix to the electroclash 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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
Television Personalities,
The Busters,
Tomorrow,
Simply Red,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
La Düsseldorf,
Index,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Soul Sonic Force,
Porter Ricks,
FM Einheit,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Barbara Tucker,
Reuben Wilson,
Soft Cell,
Johnny Osbourne,
Spoonie Gee,
Tommy Roe,
Icehouse,
Maleditus Sound,
Moby Grape,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Accadde A,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Echospace,
Yaz,
8 Eyed Spy,
Alison Limerick,
Unwound,
Cheater Slicks,
The Names,
K-Klass,
Delta 5,
Clear Light,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Five Americans,
Crooked Eye,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Freddie Wadling,
Rosa Yemen,
Morten Harket,
Albert Ayler,
Mission of Burma,
The Smiths,
Essential Logic,
Donald Byrd,
Eve St. Jones,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sonny Sharrock,
Mandrill,
Moebius,
Agent Orange,
Gang Starr,
Sun City Girls,
the Slits,
Ponytail,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Stooges,
The Slackers,
Sister Nancy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.