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 Ethiopia and from Bologna.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Minutemen to the grunge 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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
Cybotron,
Barbara Tucker,
the Bar-Kays,
Sun Ra,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Saints,
Toni Rubio,
MDC,
Groovy Waters,
Lucky Dragons,
Jesper Dahlback,
Drexciya,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Dead Boys,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Aloha Tigers,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ornette Coleman,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Grass Roots,
Slick Rick,
The Victims,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Swans,
Pere Ubu,
Robert Görl,
The American Breed,
The Gap Band,
OOIOO,
Mo-Dettes,
Gichy Dan,
Agent Orange,
Derrick May,
Dark Day,
Anthony Braxton,
Danielle Patucci,
Jandek,
The J.B.'s,
The Walker Brothers,
The Invisible,
Faust,
Lou Reed,
Juan Atkins,
Rhythm & Sound,
Howard Jones,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Kinks,
The Modern Lovers,
The Gories,
Bill Wells,
Kevin Saunderson,
Radio Birdman,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Loose Ends,
Ponytail,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
John Holt,
Mission of Burma,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.