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 Sri Lanka and from Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
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 The Sisters of Mercy to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
Niagra,
Radiohead,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Red Krayola,
Bobby Sherman,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Delta 5,
Nas,
Sonic Youth,
The Mummies,
Kenny Larkin,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Minnie Riperton,
The Searchers,
Althea and Donna,
Stiv Bators,
Amazonics,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Theoretical Girls,
Fluxion,
Archie Shepp,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Los Fastidios,
Spandau Ballet,
Zero Boys,
Q and Not U,
The Tremeloes,
Moss Icon,
Kaleidoscope,
Pulsallama,
Sparks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Tommy Roe,
The Happenings,
Yaz,
Black Pus,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Gladiators,
X-101,
The Evens,
Eddi Front,
Ossler,
Dead Boys,
Surgeon,
Al Stewart,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Erasure,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Star Department,
AZ,
Ten City,
The Mighty Diamonds,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.