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 Sweden and from London.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 808 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 The Flesh Eaters to the dance 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
Crash Course in Science,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Victims,
Brick,
Pharoah Sanders,
Moss Icon,
Stereo Dub,
Adolescents,
Wally Richardson,
Bauhaus,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gregory Isaacs,
Radio Birdman,
Cymande,
Rufus Thomas,
Cameo,
Roger Hodgson,
AZ,
Quadrant,
Minutemen,
Alphaville,
The Beau Brummels,
The Moleskins,
Jandek,
Nirvana,
Ludus,
Amon Düül,
The Five Americans,
Siglo XX,
Hardrive,
Donny Hathaway,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Fad Gadget,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
June Days,
Rotary Connection,
Brothers Johnson,
Television Personalities,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Boredoms,
Andrew Hill,
The Misunderstood,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Technova,
These Immortal Souls,
cv313,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Letta Mbulu,
Thee Headcoats,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Fortunes,
Scan 7,
Gang Green,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Whodini,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Suicide,
Excepter,
the Soft Cell,
Joe Smooth,
Piero Umiliani,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.