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 Estonia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Milan.
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 spring reverb 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 X-Ray Spex to the grunge 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 The Mummies. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
Agent Orange,
Skaos,
Sparks,
Crash Course in Science,
The Raincoats,
The Fire Engines,
Monolake,
Qualms,
Tubeway Army,
Byron Stingily,
T. Rex,
Ponytail,
Can,
48th St. Collective,
The Happenings,
Crooked Eye,
Underground Resistance,
Cal Tjader,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Derrick May,
The Dirtbombs,
Magma,
Judy Mowatt,
Neu!,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Sonics,
Scratch Acid,
Camouflage,
Lightning Bolt,
Rufus Thomas,
Archie Shepp,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Babytalk,
Organ,
Sound Behaviour,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Busters,
Loose Ends,
Pere Ubu,
the Association,
Black Bananas,
Bluetip,
Groovy Waters,
Outsiders,
Newcleus,
Neil Young,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ken Boothe,
China Crisis,
Surgeon,
Jeru the Damaja,
MDC,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Barrington Levy,
One Last Wish,
Joey Negro,
Eurythmics,
Minor Threat,
Gichy Dan,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.