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 Ukraine and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 rhodes 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 Rites of Spring to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
Fela Kuti,
Soft Machine,
Das Ding,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kevin Saunderson,
Stetsasonic,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Busters,
Von Mondo,
Joensuu 1685,
The Residents,
The Pretty Things,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Reuben Wilson,
Stockholm Monsters,
Dead Boys,
Gang Starr,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Skriet,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Brass Construction,
The Sonics,
The Birthday Party,
Fad Gadget,
Young Marble Giants,
The Walker Brothers,
Johnny Clarke,
Outsiders,
Rekid,
Steve Hackett,
The Cure,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sonic Youth,
Lightning Bolt,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ornette Coleman,
The Skatalites,
Black Sheep,
Angry Samoans,
The Standells,
Youth Brigade,
Au Pairs,
Pagans,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bad Manners,
The Dave Clark Five,
Negative Approach,
The Selecter,
the Germs,
Easy Going,
Sex Pistols,
Radio Birdman,
Scratch Acid,
Al Stewart,
Radiohead,
Saccharine Trust,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.