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 Kyrgyzstan and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Seoul.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Ice-T to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Kinks,
Marshall Jefferson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
KRS-One,
Danielle Patucci,
Mantronix,
Duran Duran,
Joyce Sims,
Colin Newman,
The Leaves,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jerry's Kids,
Q65,
Avey Tare,
Niagra,
Rufus Thomas,
Nico,
Anakelly,
The Count Five,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Dorothy Ashby,
Yusef Lateef,
Deepchord,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
T. Rex,
Barbara Tucker,
China Crisis,
Joensuu 1685,
Clear Light,
Sonic Youth,
Skarface,
Das Ding,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Divine Comedy,
Easy Going,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kayak,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Silicon Teens,
Yazoo,
Anthony Braxton,
Fear,
Accadde A,
Newcleus,
Panda Bear,
Theoretical Girls,
The Busters,
Gerry Rafferty,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Flamin' Groovies,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ohio Players,
Lalann,
The Stooges,
Wire,
Spoonie Gee,
Yaz,
Surgeon,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.