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 Italy and from Spokane.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Gories. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
Wasted Youth,
Robert Wyatt,
Minutemen,
Sonny Sharrock,
Depeche Mode,
Kerrie Biddell,
Funky Four + One,
Don Cherry,
Aural Exciters,
Adolescents,
Stetsasonic,
Andrew Hill,
Quadrant,
Mark Hollis,
John Holt,
Bauhaus,
Darondo,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bang On A Can,
The Seeds,
Wally Richardson,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Niagra,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Slackers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kayak,
Parry Music,
Yazoo,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Underground Resistance,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Grey Daturas,
Banda Bassotti,
The Zeros,
Robert Hood,
Unwound,
Von Mondo,
The J.B.'s,
Tubeway Army,
Drexciya,
Reuben Wilson,
The Remains,
Sun Ra,
The Moleskins,
Cymande,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Martian,
Symarip,
Flash Fearless,
Magazine,
Lightning Bolt,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jawbox,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Velvet Underground,
The Doors,
Franke,
Fat Boys,
Morten Harket,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.