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 Panama and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the grunge 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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lalann,
Excepter,
Audionom,
Adolescents,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Gories,
Cluster,
Erasure,
JFA,
Main Source,
DJ Style,
Rapeman,
Whodini,
T. Rex,
Ohio Players,
Big Daddy Kane,
the Swans,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Seeds,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Harmonia,
Pantytec,
Max Romeo,
Ten City,
Bush Tetras,
Donny Hathaway,
Ornette Coleman,
Shoche,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jimmy McGriff,
Aswad,
Sixth Finger,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Janne Schatter,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Anthony Braxton,
The Human League,
This Heat,
Pussy Galore,
Fat Boys,
Freddie Wadling,
X-101,
Altered Images,
Duran Duran,
Index,
Dennis Brown,
Kerri Chandler,
The Flesh Eaters,
Marshall Jefferson,
Y Pants,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Modern Lovers,
Ludus,
Fatback Band,
Amon Düül II,
F. McDonald,
The Tremeloes,
The Index,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pantaleimon,
R.M.O.,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.