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 Liechtenstein and from Manila.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 oboe 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 Robert Görl to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
Sixth Finger,
Circle Jerks,
Metal Thangz,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Archie Shepp,
Saccharine Trust,
F. McDonald,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
cv313,
Amon Düül,
Lou Christie,
Funkadelic,
Wally Richardson,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Names,
Jacob Miller,
The Velvet Underground,
Clear Light,
Make Up,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gabor Szabo,
Severed Heads,
The Motions,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Modern Lovers,
DJ Sneak,
Pagans,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Golliwogs,
Crime,
Outsiders,
Glenn Branca,
Curtis Mayfield,
Crispy Ambulance,
Piero Umiliani,
Grauzone,
Nirvana,
JFA,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sällskapet,
Yaz,
Camouflage,
Cecil Taylor,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The New Christs,
Ronan,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jeru the Damaja,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Josef K,
World's Most,
Gong,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.