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 Tonga and from Portland.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Hot Snakes to the punk 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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kevin Saunderson,
Charles Mingus,
Avey Tare,
Max Romeo,
The Cowsills,
Interpol,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Soul II Soul,
Quantec,
Deadbeat,
Terrestrial Tones,
Isaac Hayes,
John Cale,
Organ,
Can,
Pierre Henry,
Lindisfarne,
Electric Prunes,
Q and Not U,
Kayak,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jerry's Kids,
Mr. Review,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Aswad,
The Residents,
Audionom,
The Blackbyrds,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rekid,
Black Sheep,
Minor Threat,
Laurel Aitken,
the Bar-Kays,
Dead Boys,
the Fania All-Stars,
Porter Ricks,
Curtis Mayfield,
Franke,
Godley & Creme,
The Invisible,
Marshall Jefferson,
Agitation Free,
Crooked Eye,
Television Personalities,
Derrick May,
Banda Bassotti,
a-ha,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Doobie Brothers,
Guru Guru,
Shoche,
Fat Boys,
The Barracudas,
Jacob Miller,
New Order,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.