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 Nigeria and from Sao Paulo.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 JFA to the techno 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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Donald Byrd,
Tres Demented,
The Blues Magoos,
Roger Hodgson,
The Tremeloes,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bill Wells,
Robert Görl,
Moebius,
Circle Jerks,
Ohio Players,
Joe Finger,
Albert Ayler,
Dark Day,
Soft Cell,
Unrelated Segments,
The Five Americans,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jawbox,
Smog,
Gichy Dan,
Nick Fraelich,
Sam Rivers,
Loose Ends,
U.S. Maple,
Peter and Kerry,
Con Funk Shun,
MDC,
Marmalade,
Tubeway Army,
Avey Tare,
The Star Department,
Sarah Menescal,
Ituana,
X-102,
Man Eating Sloth,
Boredoms,
The Blackbyrds,
Ossler,
The Grass Roots,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Derrick Morgan,
Q65,
X-Ray Spex,
Rapeman,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rufus Thomas,
Wally Richardson,
Chrome,
Khruangbin,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Dead C,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Human League,
Underground Resistance,
June of 44,
Lakeside,
Deakin,
Byron Stingily,
Sight & Sound,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.