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 Georgia and from Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 Bobby Sherman to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
The Selecter,
Warsaw,
June of 44,
Flash Fearless,
Metal Thangz,
Shuggie Otis,
Fatback Band,
Young Marble Giants,
Frankie Knuckles,
Grauzone,
Derrick May,
Kayak,
Eurythmics,
Soft Machine,
Bobbi Humphrey,
the Soft Cell,
Pierre Henry,
The Skatalites,
Jandek,
Hardrive,
Maurizio,
Joy Division,
The Seeds,
Hot Snakes,
Man Parrish,
R.M.O.,
Television Personalities,
Jeff Lynne,
Moss Icon,
The Fall,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bluetip,
Byron Stingily,
Blake Baxter,
Hasil Adkins,
MC5,
Gabor Szabo,
The Victims,
The Gladiators,
Amon Düül II,
Cecil Taylor,
Eve St. Jones,
The Shadows of Knight,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lucky Dragons,
Piero Umiliani,
Theoretical Girls,
Mr. Review,
Wire,
The Mummies,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Pretty Things,
Quantec,
DJ Sneak,
Aural Exciters,
Toni Rubio,
The Birthday Party,
Zero Boys,
Cal Tjader,
the Slits,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.