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 Guinea-Bissau and from Woodstock.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 linndrum 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 Oblivians to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
Girls At Our Best!,
Metal Thangz,
Matthew Bourne,
A Certain Ratio,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Isaac Hayes,
Organ,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Remains,
Pharoah Sanders,
Scion,
Maleditus Sound,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
R.M.O.,
The Gun Club,
Minor Threat,
Pulsallama,
Slick Rick,
The Monks,
Roy Ayers,
John Lydon,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Toasters,
Todd Terry,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Audionom,
Fluxion,
The Beau Brummels,
Swans,
Gang Gang Dance,
Technova,
Swell Maps,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Red Krayola,
Japan,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Wings,
The Litter,
Michelle Simonal,
The Music Machine,
Tubeway Army,
The Alarm Clocks,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Smog,
The Gap Band,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pussy Galore,
Henry Cow,
Ken Boothe,
Wally Richardson,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rosa Yemen,
Wolf Eyes,
Whodini,
Unrelated Segments,
The Techniques,
Average White Band,
Quando Quango,
Glenn Branca,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.