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 Cuba and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Copenhagen.
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 Nile Rodgers 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 Shadows of Knight to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rapeman,
Pantytec,
Radiohead,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sarah Menescal,
H. Thieme,
Eric Dolphy,
John Lydon,
Carl Craig,
Lalo Schifrin,
Excepter,
The Fall,
Banda Bassotti,
Monolake,
Wasted Youth,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sun City Girls,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Eden Ahbez,
Warsaw,
Black Pus,
Bob Dylan,
Dave Gahan,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Martian,
Sam Rivers,
Tom Boy,
Altered Images,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sällskapet,
The Smiths,
Steve Hackett,
Massinfluence,
Young Marble Giants,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pierre Henry,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bill Near,
The Misunderstood,
Kerri Chandler,
Sunsets and Hearts,
One Last Wish,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jerry's Kids,
Siglo XX,
Gang of Four,
Cecil Taylor,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Fluxion,
Ludus,
The Music Machine,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
X-101,
Little Man,
E-Dancer,
Funkadelic,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Dead C,
Sun Ra,
Dead Boys,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.