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 Antigua and from Beijing.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Liliput to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lightning Bolt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
Quando Quango,
Minor Threat,
Gastr Del Sol,
Colin Newman,
Loose Ends,
Masters at Work,
The Busters,
Absolute Body Control,
Accadde A,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jacob Miller,
Ossler,
The Standells,
The Gladiators,
The American Breed,
Minny Pops,
Michelle Simonal,
Alton Ellis,
Fad Gadget,
Eric Copeland,
Alphaville,
Gong,
The Skatalites,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Supertramp,
The Motions,
The Last Poets,
Organ,
D'Angelo,
Arab on Radar,
DNA,
Silicon Teens,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Doors,
Bad Manners,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Eddi Front,
Tres Demented,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Y Pants,
EPMD,
Scientists,
The Searchers,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Human League,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Zapp,
Ponytail,
Simply Red,
Mission of Burma,
Peter and Kerry,
The Sonics,
The Selecter,
The Raincoats,
Josef K,
Interpol,
The Misunderstood,
Banda Bassotti,
Essential Logic,
The Buckinghams,
Chris & Cosey,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.