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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Toronto.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne 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 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
Jerry's Kids,
The Neon Judgement,
Davy DMX,
Essential Logic,
Zapp,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Joey Negro,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Von Mondo,
Camouflage,
Soft Cell,
Byron Stingily,
Sun Ra,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
DJ Sneak,
Nico,
Maleditus Sound,
The Black Dice,
Faraquet,
The Velvet Underground,
Liliput,
Andrew Hill,
Saccharine Trust,
Roger Hodgson,
Con Funk Shun,
Jandek,
Aaron Thompson,
DJ Style,
Monolake,
48th St. Collective,
The Evens,
Bauhaus,
Traffic Nightmare,
Dorothy Ashby,
New Age Steppers,
Sarah Menescal,
Wings,
Parry Music,
Technova,
K-Klass,
Underground Resistance,
Agitation Free,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Buckinghams,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Barrington Levy,
D'Angelo,
the Normal,
Derrick Morgan,
Peter and Kerry,
Model 500,
The Trojans,
Whodini,
Charles Mingus,
Dark Day,
Pharoah Sanders,
Darondo,
Scientists,
Brick,
The Fugs,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.