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 Bhutan and from Bremen.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Barry Ungar to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
The Blackbyrds,
Howard Jones,
Bob Dylan,
Brothers Johnson,
Kenny Larkin,
Minor Threat,
Nico,
cv313,
Neu!,
Stereo Dub,
Yusef Lateef,
The Fuzztones,
Mars,
The Gun Club,
Aswad,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Chrome,
Delta 5,
Isaac Hayes,
Maleditus Sound,
The Doors,
The Modern Lovers,
Wolf Eyes,
Fear,
Dead Boys,
Absolute Body Control,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Knickerbockers,
The Velvet Underground,
Roger Hodgson,
Junior Murvin,
Barry Ungar,
Matthew Bourne,
The Wake,
Crispian St. Peters,
Avey Tare,
Ohio Players,
Soul II Soul,
Joyce Sims,
Michelle Simonal,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Glenn Branca,
Eli Mardock,
Excepter,
The Moleskins,
Bobby Womack,
Ten City,
The Gap Band,
Qualms,
LL Cool J,
Kurtis Blow,
Duran Duran,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Kinks,
The Durutti Column,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Metal Thangz,
Dawn Penn,
Hot Snakes,
Carl Craig,
Donny Hathaway,
The Black Dice,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.