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 Spain and from Bremen.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Mad Mike to the funk 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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
The Remains,
Lou Christie,
The Angels of Light,
Silicon Teens,
Flipper,
China Crisis,
Erykah Badu,
Skriet,
Mark Hollis,
New Order,
Glenn Branca,
Bronski Beat,
Faraquet,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Suicide,
Franke,
Nik Kershaw,
Joe Finger,
Reuben Wilson,
Mandrill,
Arab on Radar,
Gang of Four,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Gladiators,
Dual Sessions,
Soulsonic Force,
The Human League,
Vainqueur,
Alice Coltrane,
Popol Vuh,
Todd Terry,
Index,
The Motions,
Wolf Eyes,
Wings,
Royal Trux,
Minor Threat,
Gichy Dan,
Marcia Griffiths,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ajijia Myrayebe,
This Heat,
The Residents,
Arthur Verocai,
Bad Manners,
Faust,
Adolescents,
Monks,
Pere Ubu,
James White and The Blacks,
Josef K,
Zero Boys,
Robert Hood,
Swell Maps,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Tres Demented,
Buzzcocks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.