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 Spain and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
T. Rex,
Eyeless In Gaza,
UT,
Accadde A,
The Gun Club,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Janne Schatter,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Vladislav Delay,
Interpol,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Gladiators,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ronnie Foster,
Shoche,
Monolake,
Kool Moe Dee,
Porter Ricks,
Soft Machine,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ice-T,
Eve St. Jones,
Panda Bear,
Tres Demented,
Alton Ellis,
Crooked Eye,
Isaac Hayes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bobby Womack,
Harpers Bizarre,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Second Layer,
Mr. Review,
Roxette,
Youth Brigade,
Barrington Levy,
Severed Heads,
Nick Fraelich,
Wire,
Circle Jerks,
Marvin Gaye,
Black Moon,
Mad Mike,
The Invisible,
DNA,
Bob Dylan,
Echospace,
Amon Düül II,
Arcadia,
Arab on Radar,
Minutemen,
The Monochrome Set,
Tomorrow,
Alphaville,
Goldenarms,
Blossom Toes,
Loose Ends,
The Sonics,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.