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 Singapore and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 punk 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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
The Fugs,
Rites of Spring,
The Happenings,
The Trojans,
Cluster,
The Doobie Brothers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Skaos,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Au Pairs,
Ice-T,
Soulsonic Force,
Arab on Radar,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Roxy Music,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Babytalk,
The Alarm Clocks,
Hoover,
Grandmaster Flash,
Brothers Johnson,
Unwound,
Harpers Bizarre,
Wasted Youth,
Cymande,
The Searchers,
Theoretical Girls,
The Durutti Column,
Hasil Adkins,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Zapp,
Carl Craig,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Quando Quango,
A Certain Ratio,
The United States of America,
Youth Brigade,
LL Cool J,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Shoche,
Funkadelic,
Reuben Wilson,
Spandau Ballet,
Boogie Down Productions,
Joe Finger,
China Crisis,
Shuggie Otis,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sex Pistols,
Bauhaus,
Marmalade,
Pulsallama,
The Young Rascals,
Saccharine Trust,
Supertramp,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Dead C,
the Human League,
The Leaves,
Peter & Gordon,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.