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 Chile and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Loose Ends to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
Barry Ungar,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Minnie Riperton,
Drexciya,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
David Bowie,
Crispy Ambulance,
Minutemen,
Sonny Sharrock,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Mark Hollis,
Ultimate Spinach,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
FM Einheit,
Stiv Bators,
David Axelrod,
Juan Atkins,
Magazine,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Angels of Light,
Bauhaus,
The Associates,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Gun Club,
Dennis Brown,
John Lydon,
Lee Hazlewood,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Faraquet,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Unwound,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Negative Approach,
Eric Dolphy,
Sarah Menescal,
Intrusion,
Ponytail,
Neu!,
Q65,
Amazonics,
Suburban Knight,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gabor Szabo,
X-102,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Al Stewart,
Agent Orange,
Soft Machine,
Interpol,
Sixth Finger,
Au Pairs,
Fugazi,
Godley & Creme,
Agitation Free,
The Velvet Underground,
Wally Richardson,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Dave Gahan,
The United States of America,
EPMD,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.