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 Mali and from Delhi.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Average White Band to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Move. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron 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?
Nico,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Panda Bear,
The Smiths,
Absolute Body Control,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Fire Engines,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pantaleimon,
Rod Modell,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
the Sonics,
Bob Dylan,
June of 44,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Move,
Moss Icon,
Qualms,
Joe Smooth,
Japan,
John Holt,
Alice Coltrane,
David Axelrod,
Eurythmics,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kenny Larkin,
Guru Guru,
Connie Case,
Radiohead,
Alison Limerick,
The Mojo Men,
Tommy Roe,
Amon Düül,
Arthur Verocai,
Erykah Badu,
OOIOO,
Sex Pistols,
Prince Buster,
Fatback Band,
Crash Course in Science,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jeff Mills,
Sun Ra,
Delta 5,
Peter and Kerry,
Lucky Dragons,
David Bowie,
The Fuzztones,
Zero Boys,
Johnny Clarke,
Agent Orange,
Pantytec,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Alarm Clocks,
John Coltrane,
Soft Machine,
The Dave Clark Five,
Soulsonic Force,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Soft Cell,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.