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 Kazakhstan and from Mexico City.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron 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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
Eli Mardock,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bootsy Collins,
The Shadows of Knight,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Fortunes,
PIL,
Quantec,
Pantytec,
The Dirtbombs,
Jimmy McGriff,
World's Most,
Duran Duran,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Livin' Joy,
Vladislav Delay,
The Seeds,
Tim Buckley,
Yusef Lateef,
Amazonics,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Robert Görl,
La Düsseldorf,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Smog,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Alarm Clocks,
Television Personalities,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lungfish,
Mission of Burma,
Todd Terry,
Sound Behaviour,
Underground Resistance,
Adolescents,
The Selecter,
Quando Quango,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Star Department,
Joe Smooth,
Minny Pops,
Buzzcocks,
Das Ding,
Donny Hathaway,
Tomorrow,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Warren Ellis,
Lucky Dragons,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Severed Heads,
Bluetip,
Althea and Donna,
Jandek,
Faust,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.