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 Cape Verde and from Milan.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 spring reverb 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 The Neon Judgement to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 American Breed. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals 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 linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
Eden Ahbez,
June of 44,
The Golliwogs,
The Pretty Things,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Cybotron,
Piero Umiliani,
Wasted Youth,
Chrome,
Ken Boothe,
Liliput,
X-Ray Spex,
Morten Harket,
Bill Wells,
Rapeman,
Little Man,
Eddi Front,
In Retrospect,
Freddie Wadling,
Ten City,
The Cure,
Ultravox,
Anakelly,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Organ,
Electric Prunes,
Jawbox,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sam Rivers,
Sonic Youth,
Godley & Creme,
The Black Dice,
Slave,
Barrington Levy,
the Fania All-Stars,
Fatback Band,
The Dirtbombs,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sight & Sound,
Minny Pops,
Alphaville,
Robert Wyatt,
Gabor Szabo,
Monks,
The Alarm Clocks,
Stockholm Monsters,
Glenn Branca,
Joensuu 1685,
Vainqueur,
Gang Green,
Peter & Gordon,
China Crisis,
The Walker Brothers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Terrestrial Tones,
Fear,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.