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 Samoa and from Calgary.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Eli Mardock to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
Average White Band,
La Düsseldorf,
Jeff Lynne,
Khruangbin,
Junior Murvin,
Sun Ra,
Quadrant,
Big Daddy Kane,
Charles Mingus,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kas Product,
Minnie Riperton,
X-Ray Spex,
Trumans Water,
Moebius,
Avey Tare,
Stereo Dub,
The New Christs,
Black Bananas,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Blues Magoos,
Albert Ayler,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Unrelated Segments,
Deakin,
Sällskapet,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lindisfarne,
The Associates,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Joey Negro,
Desert Stars,
Iggy Pop,
Kaleidoscope,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Hardrive,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Black Dice,
Jerry Gold Smith,
China Crisis,
Suburban Knight,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Scott Walker,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Royal Trux,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Radio Birdman,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Derrick Morgan,
The Five Americans,
Ice-T,
Sonic Youth,
Robert Wyatt,
The Walker Brothers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Fluxion,
Gregory Isaacs,
Dennis Brown,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.