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 Zimbabwe and from Calgary.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
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 Pantytec to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
The Five Americans,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ronnie Foster,
The Star Department,
Animal Collective,
Symarip,
The Invisible,
Mr. Review,
Tom Boy,
Flash Fearless,
Essential Logic,
Nick Fraelich,
The Fall,
The Kinks,
Robert Hood,
Archie Shepp,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Count Five,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Dorothy Ashby,
Todd Terry,
Anakelly,
Marcia Griffiths,
Blossom Toes,
DJ Style,
Drive Like Jehu,
James White and The Blacks,
Index,
Tears for Fears,
Supertramp,
Camberwell Now,
UT,
Soulsonic Force,
Lakeside,
The Human League,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Metal Thangz,
The Fugs,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Dave Clark Five,
Mantronix,
Barry Ungar,
The Fuzztones,
Todd Rundgren,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Pretty Things,
Pagans,
DNA,
Goldenarms,
Man Parrish,
The Seeds,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Minutemen,
Man Eating Sloth,
B.T. Express,
The Buckinghams,
Sight & Sound,
Moebius,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.