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 Liberia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 Jerry's Kids to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant 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?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Drexciya,
Blake Baxter,
Pylon,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Echospace,
Hoover,
Radio Birdman,
Little Man,
Sparks,
F. McDonald,
Fad Gadget,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Altered Images,
Suicide,
K-Klass,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Magazine,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Monks,
Michelle Simonal,
Warren Ellis,
Lightning Bolt,
Mars,
Wire,
Saccharine Trust,
DJ Sneak,
Trumans Water,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Golliwogs,
ABBA,
The Fuzztones,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kenny Larkin,
The Pretty Things,
KRS-One,
Boz Scaggs,
The Evens,
Visage,
Ultra Naté,
Minny Pops,
Boredoms,
Second Layer,
World's Most,
Severed Heads,
Joyce Sims,
The American Breed,
Jacques Brel,
Sexual Harrassment,
Harry Pussy,
The Buckinghams,
Connie Case,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gong,
JFA,
The Martian,
The Leaves,
Circle Jerks,
In Retrospect,
Bob Dylan,
Das Ding,
Skriet,
Monks,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.