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 Malaysia and from Stockholm.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Neon Judgement to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
Wire,
Average White Band,
Toni Rubio,
Gastr Del Sol,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
U.S. Maple,
Ice-T,
Mandrill,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Section 25,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lindisfarne,
Deepchord,
T. Rex,
Johnny Clarke,
Scan 7,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gil Scott Heron,
Wally Richardson,
Robert Wyatt,
Index,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The United States of America,
Buzzcocks,
Terrestrial Tones,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Tom Boy,
Main Source,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Marc Almond,
Dual Sessions,
Grey Daturas,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Barracudas,
Crooked Eye,
Urselle,
Connie Case,
Nas,
Prince Buster,
Masters at Work,
Con Funk Shun,
Swell Maps,
Talk Talk,
Rekid,
Boredoms,
Graham Central Station,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Nirvana,
Ronan,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Desert Stars,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Residents,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Organ,
The Victims,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.