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 Slovenia and from Mexico City.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Jawbox to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
The Dirtbombs,
Joensuu 1685,
Clear Light,
The United States of America,
The Moody Blues,
Mars,
Los Fastidios,
Don Cherry,
Sex Pistols,
Gil Scott Heron,
Porter Ricks,
The Five Americans,
Ludus,
Radiohead,
the Germs,
Fat Boys,
Stiv Bators,
New York Dolls,
The Golliwogs,
The Evens,
Neil Young,
Pagans,
Scan 7,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pole,
Maurizio,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Smoke,
Can,
Nick Fraelich,
Aswad,
Mad Mike,
Joe Smooth,
Chris & Cosey,
Roxy Music,
Lower 48,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rosa Yemen,
Barbara Tucker,
The Zeros,
Faraquet,
Swans,
Radiopuhelimet,
Tim Buckley,
Lungfish,
Glenn Branca,
Traffic Nightmare,
John Lydon,
Flash Fearless,
Soul Sonic Force,
Amon Düül,
Banda Bassotti,
Susan Cadogan,
Goldenarms,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Peter & Gordon,
Sandy B,
Marc Almond,
John Foxx,
Dead Boys,
Icehouse,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz.
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.