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 Kuwait and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Reagan Youth to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
Yazoo,
Supertramp,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Cecil Taylor,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Unwound,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Organ,
Albert Ayler,
The Grass Roots,
John Cale,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Electric Prunes,
Animal Collective,
The Doors,
Procol Harum,
Lungfish,
Dawn Penn,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jeff Lynne,
Slick Rick,
Marc Almond,
This Heat,
Johnny Clarke,
Reagan Youth,
Goldenarms,
Wally Richardson,
The Barracudas,
Byron Stingily,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Youth Brigade,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Fall,
Lee Hazlewood,
Darondo,
Ponytail,
The Flesh Eaters,
Fatback Band,
Lucky Dragons,
Joy Division,
Cheater Slicks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Half Japanese,
The Music Machine,
Metal Thangz,
The Divine Comedy,
Marcia Griffiths,
Negative Approach,
Sun City Girls,
Crispy Ambulance,
Outsiders,
Deadbeat,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Loose Ends,
Ultra Naté,
World's Most,
Oneida,
Moss Icon,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.