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 Jordan and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Neil Young to the crunk 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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
The Monochrome Set,
Ponytail,
Pierre Henry,
The Golliwogs,
Howard Jones,
Warren Ellis,
The Modern Lovers,
The Smoke,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Standells,
Depeche Mode,
Rosa Yemen,
Rod Modell,
The Smiths,
Faraquet,
Sam Rivers,
Agitation Free,
Scion,
Can,
Tim Buckley,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ronan,
The Offenders,
The Slackers,
the Soft Cell,
The Trojans,
MDC,
Tubeway Army,
Anakelly,
Gastr Del Sol,
Mantronix,
Average White Band,
Royal Trux,
Wally Richardson,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Goldenarms,
Archie Shepp,
T.S.O.L.,
Suicide,
Bob Dylan,
Harry Pussy,
Pussy Galore,
Albert Ayler,
48th St. Collective,
Camouflage,
Toni Rubio,
Shoche,
Juan Atkins,
ABBA,
Lungfish,
Nico,
The Selecter,
Pantaleimon,
Gerry Rafferty,
Supertramp,
Bluetip,
Mad Mike,
Porter Ricks,
Oneida,
Pole,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.