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 Burkina and from Lagos.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Black Flag to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
Kerrie Biddell,
Niagra,
Procol Harum,
The Happenings,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Johnny Osbourne,
Connie Case,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Mad Mike,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Circle Jerks,
Cameo,
8 Eyed Spy,
Black Sheep,
Lindisfarne,
Shuggie Otis,
Ossler,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Tres Demented,
Stetsasonic,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Thompson Twins,
Bobby Byrd,
Gang Gang Dance,
Minutemen,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Terrestrial Tones,
Absolute Body Control,
Agitation Free,
Freddie Wadling,
Country Teasers,
The Fire Engines,
Kas Product,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gang Starr,
Throbbing Gristle,
Chrome,
Gabor Szabo,
Crooked Eye,
Angry Samoans,
Vladislav Delay,
Prince Buster,
CMW,
Masters at Work,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Motorama,
PIL,
Symarip,
UT,
Drexciya,
Marine Girls,
Model 500,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Eddi Front,
Babytalk,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sparks,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.