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 France and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Lucky Dragons to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Monochrome Set,
Gang Starr,
David Axelrod,
The Mummies,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lower 48,
The Human League,
Popol Vuh,
Scion,
The Trojans,
Crime,
One Last Wish,
Bobby Byrd,
The Moleskins,
Sugar Minott,
Lightning Bolt,
Sight & Sound,
The Alarm Clocks,
Inner City,
Masters at Work,
New Age Steppers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Max Romeo,
ABBA,
Todd Rundgren,
Black Moon,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Archie Shepp,
Smog,
Swans,
The Barracudas,
The Star Department,
Pole,
Jacob Miller,
The Golliwogs,
Buzzcocks,
Glambeats Corp.,
T.S.O.L.,
Iggy Pop,
Agitation Free,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Colin Newman,
DNA,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Television,
X-Ray Spex,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Symarip,
Dead Boys,
Con Funk Shun,
Radiopuhelimet,
Piero Umiliani,
Ituana,
Lucky Dragons,
DJ Style,
Massinfluence,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sällskapet,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.