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 Solomon Islands and from Edmonton.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Paris.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the marimba 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 The Gun Club to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
Swell Maps,
Duran Duran,
Marmalade,
The Motions,
The Residents,
R.M.O.,
Sun Ra,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rites of Spring,
Kerrie Biddell,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Panda Bear,
Scientists,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Wire,
Crime,
Warren Ellis,
Rosa Yemen,
Magazine,
Faraquet,
The Invisible,
The Sound,
Wally Richardson,
Junior Murvin,
Hasil Adkins,
The Pretty Things,
Adolescents,
Basic Channel,
Tomorrow,
AZ,
Can,
The Busters,
Black Pus,
Kerri Chandler,
Frankie Knuckles,
Alison Limerick,
Babytalk,
Radiopuhelimet,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Nik Kershaw,
Scratch Acid,
Judy Mowatt,
Aswad,
The Red Krayola,
Kenny Larkin,
Maurizio,
The Leaves,
Procol Harum,
Godley & Creme,
Tom Boy,
Flipper,
Country Teasers,
The Human League,
Sonny Sharrock,
Groovy Waters,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Tremeloes,
Minor Threat,
L. Decosne,
EPMD,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.