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 Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Mission of Burma to the crunk 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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
Fatback Band,
The Fortunes,
Marvin Gaye,
Fluxion,
Minor Threat,
Maleditus Sound,
Neil Young,
The Misunderstood,
Organ,
Tres Demented,
Jawbox,
Rhythm & Sound,
Negative Approach,
Country Teasers,
Joy Division,
The Birthday Party,
The Tremeloes,
The Gap Band,
The Mighty Diamonds,
E-Dancer,
Neu!,
Ice-T,
Stiv Bators,
the Bar-Kays,
Excepter,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Con Funk Shun,
Skarface,
Jeff Mills,
Visage,
Harry Pussy,
Gang Starr,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Audionom,
The Evens,
Peter & Gordon,
Kool Moe Dee,
One Last Wish,
Anthony Braxton,
The Victims,
Swans,
Quantec,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Seeds,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Reagan Youth,
The Human League,
Ken Boothe,
Cabaret Voltaire,
New Age Steppers,
Barclay James Harvest,
Patti Smith,
Mantronix,
Pet Shop Boys,
June Days,
Unrelated Segments,
Warsaw,
Derrick Morgan,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.