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 Lebanon and from Sao Paulo.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Panda Bear to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
Country Teasers,
Dual Sessions,
Sight & Sound,
Patti Smith,
Robert Hood,
The Victims,
The Red Krayola,
The Real Kids,
Chris Corsano,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Slick Rick,
Lou Reed,
Tropical Tobacco,
Swell Maps,
Tubeway Army,
Ten City,
Spandau Ballet,
Niagra,
Quadrant,
Mission of Burma,
The Misunderstood,
Hashim,
Eurythmics,
The Blackbyrds,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The United States of America,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Grass Roots,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Flamin' Groovies,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rosa Yemen,
Ultravox,
Pierre Henry,
FM Einheit,
Neil Young,
Smog,
Mr. Review,
The Techniques,
Alice Coltrane,
Max Romeo,
Marmalade,
Bob Dylan,
The Monks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Negative Approach,
The Raincoats,
Jeff Mills,
Sex Pistols,
8 Eyed Spy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
the Bar-Kays,
Metal Thangz,
Kenny Larkin,
AZ,
The Five Americans,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Nico,
Nation of Ulysses,
Con Funk Shun,
Albert Ayler,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.