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 Sudan and from Johannesburg.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Fall. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Manfred Mann's Earth Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pulsallama,
ABBA,
X-102,
Rekid,
Archie Shepp,
Quadrant,
Gang of Four,
Crispian St. Peters,
Eden Ahbez,
Moss Icon,
Harmonia,
Trumans Water,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
JFA,
Michelle Simonal,
Pantaleimon,
Crooked Eye,
H. Thieme,
Ossler,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pantytec,
Glenn Branca,
Qualms,
Marcia Griffiths,
the Bar-Kays,
Popol Vuh,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Funkadelic,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Dirtbombs,
Terrestrial Tones,
Mo-Dettes,
Youth Brigade,
Roger Hodgson,
Cybotron,
Technova,
Tubeway Army,
Delon & Dalcan,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rosa Yemen,
Soft Cell,
New York Dolls,
Big Daddy Kane,
June of 44,
The Barracudas,
Outsiders,
The Monks,
X-Ray Spex,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Nico,
James White and The Blacks,
The Gun Club,
Mark Hollis,
Bobby Womack,
The Red Krayola,
Eric Copeland,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.