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 Nauru and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Aural Exciters to the grunge 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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
One Last Wish,
Amon Düül II,
Theoretical Girls,
New York Dolls,
The Litter,
The Mummies,
Nation of Ulysses,
Radiopuhelimet,
Brick,
The Doors,
Brothers Johnson,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Tubeway Army,
Jeru the Damaja,
Deakin,
Black Moon,
The Young Rascals,
Oblivians,
kango's stein massive,
Essential Logic,
Bluetip,
The Skatalites,
Popol Vuh,
Gastr Del Sol,
Skriet,
Mary Jane Girls,
Chrome,
Alison Limerick,
Sex Pistols,
The Names,
Leonard Cohen,
Mars,
Oneida,
Thee Headcoats,
The Move,
Chris Corsano,
Donald Byrd,
Niagra,
Fad Gadget,
Young Marble Giants,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rosa Yemen,
Maleditus Sound,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Roxy Music,
Fluxion,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Anthony Braxton,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Flipper,
The Stooges,
Al Stewart,
Sonny Sharrock,
Qualms,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kevin Saunderson,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.