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 El Salvador and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 chamberlin 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 Intrusion 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 The Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
Freddie Wadling,
Junior Murvin,
Amon Düül II,
Wings,
The Music Machine,
Rotary Connection,
Radiohead,
Magma,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rakim,
The Pretty Things,
Radiopuhelimet,
Japan,
The Birthday Party,
The Knickerbockers,
Ralphi Rosario,
Albert Ayler,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rod Modell,
Josef K,
Dave Gahan,
Tubeway Army,
The Sound,
Dennis Brown,
Half Japanese,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Altered Images,
The Moleskins,
MDC,
10cc,
Aswad,
Davy DMX,
Motorama,
Underground Resistance,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Barbara Tucker,
Eli Mardock,
The Victims,
ABC,
John Lydon,
Sparks,
Chris & Cosey,
Archie Shepp,
Darondo,
Alton Ellis,
Chris Corsano,
The Modern Lovers,
Bobby Womack,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ronan,
Scan 7,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Blake Baxter,
Byron Stingily,
The Sonics,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Main Source,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.