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 Malawi and from Seoul.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Winnipeg.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 UT. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Warren Ellis,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Newcleus,
Soft Cell,
K-Klass,
The Busters,
The Mighty Diamonds,
the Normal,
Nas,
Scientists,
Inner City,
Ronan,
Lungfish,
Electric Prunes,
Blossom Toes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Robert Wyatt,
Ultravox,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Graham Central Station,
Underground Resistance,
The Tremeloes,
Lyres,
Rekid,
the Association,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Moleskins,
Symarip,
Dual Sessions,
Dawn Penn,
Drive Like Jehu,
Erykah Badu,
Siglo XX,
Minutemen,
Avey Tare,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Slackers,
the Bar-Kays,
DJ Style,
Ice-T,
The Count Five,
Popol Vuh,
Mo-Dettes,
Suicide,
The Doobie Brothers,
Model 500,
Guru Guru,
Johnny Clarke,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sonic Youth,
Barry Ungar,
Chris Corsano,
The Zeros,
Susan Cadogan,
Black Flag,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Tres Demented,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Half Japanese,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.