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 Belize and from Beijing.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Shanghai.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the mellotron 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 The Angels of Light to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
The New Christs,
Blake Baxter,
Youth Brigade,
Letta Mbulu,
The Move,
The Modern Lovers,
Zero Boys,
Delta 5,
AZ,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Panda Bear,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Neil Young,
Fugazi,
Agitation Free,
Minor Threat,
John Cale,
X-Ray Spex,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
World's Most,
Warsaw,
B.T. Express,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Fugs,
ABBA,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Das Ding,
Saccharine Trust,
Model 500,
Carl Craig,
Joensuu 1685,
The Blackbyrds,
Bang On A Can,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Real Kids,
Goldenarms,
The Cure,
Sun Ra,
Girls At Our Best!,
Electric Prunes,
Marine Girls,
Chris & Cosey,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Graham Central Station,
Lungfish,
Steve Hackett,
Accadde A,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Searchers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Groovy Waters,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gerry Rafferty,
Michelle Simonal,
Radio Birdman,
Cheater Slicks,
Johnny Clarke,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.