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 Sri Lanka and from Milan.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Matthew Bourne to the electroclash 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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gladiators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aaron Thompson,
Fat Boys,
The Selecter,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
the Sonics,
Sonny Sharrock,
Procol Harum,
New Age Steppers,
FM Einheit,
Hasil Adkins,
The Mojo Men,
Kevin Saunderson,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Audionom,
Harry Pussy,
The United States of America,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Althea and Donna,
Bobby Sherman,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lower 48,
Dead Boys,
The Evens,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rotary Connection,
The Knickerbockers,
Visage,
The Standells,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Freddie Wadling,
The Grass Roots,
Kayak,
Von Mondo,
Livin' Joy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Barry Ungar,
The Modern Lovers,
Nico,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Metal Thangz,
The Slackers,
Robert Görl,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kas Product,
Icehouse,
Todd Rundgren,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Techniques,
Bush Tetras,
Dorothy Ashby,
Erykah Badu,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Dead C,
Swell Maps,
Youth Brigade,
The Motions,
The Invisible,
Loose Ends,
The Wake,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.