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 Guatemala and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 snare 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
Arcadia,
Bob Dylan,
Anthony Braxton,
Sparks,
DJ Style,
Robert Hood,
The Moleskins,
PIL,
Mark Hollis,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Evens,
B.T. Express,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Young Rascals,
FM Einheit,
Joyce Sims,
Marc Almond,
Saccharine Trust,
Technova,
The Electric Prunes,
Organ,
The Remains,
Johnny Osbourne,
Fad Gadget,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Johnny Clarke,
Rites of Spring,
David Bowie,
Joe Finger,
Erasure,
Q65,
Cybotron,
Lou Reed,
Bill Wells,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Mo-Dettes,
Supertramp,
Crooked Eye,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Gories,
Wings,
Pharoah Sanders,
John Foxx,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Hasil Adkins,
Zero Boys,
Reagan Youth,
The Count Five,
Monks,
Black Flag,
Bluetip,
Massinfluence,
Eli Mardock,
Skarface,
Chrome,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.