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 Canada and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 spring reverb 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 Cramps to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
Reuben Wilson,
The Remains,
the Swans,
Moebius,
Brick,
Pantytec,
CMW,
Chris Corsano,
Angry Samoans,
The United States of America,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sällskapet,
Sun Ra,
Mantronix,
Godley & Creme,
The Slackers,
The Residents,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Yusef Lateef,
Minnie Riperton,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Cowsills,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Underground Resistance,
Jeru the Damaja,
Funkadelic,
Tomorrow,
The Fuzztones,
Joyce Sims,
Los Fastidios,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gong,
Joe Finger,
Crime,
Rod Modell,
cv313,
Groovy Waters,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bill Wells,
The Last Poets,
Brothers Johnson,
The Smiths,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Marine Girls,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Popol Vuh,
Depeche Mode,
Gabor Szabo,
Jacques Brel,
The Litter,
Quadrant,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Grandmaster Flash,
Morten Harket,
Fatback Band,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Mars,
Thompson Twins,
Funky Four + One,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Matthew Bourne,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.