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 Madagascar and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Nirvana to the jazz 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 The Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Saccharine Trust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
June Days,
Roy Ayers,
The Cramps,
Aural Exciters,
Eric Copeland,
the Bar-Kays,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Supertramp,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Searchers,
Country Teasers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Average White Band,
Animal Collective,
The Red Krayola,
Monolake,
Television Personalities,
Frankie Knuckles,
X-Ray Spex,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Letta Mbulu,
Pet Shop Boys,
Nils Olav,
The Five Americans,
Lungfish,
Clear Light,
Radiopuhelimet,
Siglo XX,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Hardrive,
The Invisible,
Fluxion,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Young Marble Giants,
John Holt,
Jeru the Damaja,
Icehouse,
Boogie Down Productions,
X-101,
Grauzone,
Fad Gadget,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rapeman,
The Grass Roots,
Scott Walker,
Von Mondo,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gong,
Section 25,
Eve St. Jones,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jandek,
Symarip,
Charles Mingus,
The Black Dice,
X-102,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Gladiators,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.