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 Beijing.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 synthesizer 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 Pulsallama to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Infiniti,
Fat Boys,
Al Stewart,
Morten Harket,
Tommy Roe,
Sex Pistols,
Porter Ricks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Names,
Saccharine Trust,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Eli Mardock,
Theoretical Girls,
These Immortal Souls,
Malaria!,
The Smiths,
Lee Hazlewood,
Das Ding,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rotary Connection,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Radiopuhelimet,
Brass Construction,
World's Most,
The Monochrome Set,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Section 25,
Average White Band,
Michelle Simonal,
Zapp,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
T.S.O.L.,
Country Teasers,
The Misunderstood,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Dave Clark Five,
Thee Headcoats,
Delta 5,
Banda Bassotti,
Q and Not U,
Brand Nubian,
Jandek,
The J.B.'s,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Doors,
Soft Cell,
Pylon,
Ossler,
Barry Ungar,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
AZ,
F. McDonald,
Ponytail,
PIL,
The Raincoats,
Pierre Henry,
Basic Channel,
Roy Ayers,
Man Parrish,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.