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 Germany and from Sao Paulo.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 Circle Jerks 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 Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
Barbara Tucker,
Ultimate Spinach,
Radio Birdman,
The Young Rascals,
X-102,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
A Certain Ratio,
E-Dancer,
The Neon Judgement,
Ultra Naté,
Matthew Halsall,
Donald Byrd,
Bill Wells,
Crispy Ambulance,
U.S. Maple,
Gang Starr,
Flash Fearless,
Mad Mike,
Bad Manners,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Japan,
Skriet,
Roxette,
Andrew Hill,
The American Breed,
Soul II Soul,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
the Germs,
The Invisible,
Minny Pops,
The Real Kids,
Joe Finger,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Offenders,
Kurtis Blow,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Half Japanese,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Yellowson,
This Heat,
Lou Christie,
Tommy Roe,
The J.B.'s,
Sex Pistols,
The Seeds,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Oneida,
the Slits,
Swell Maps,
The Saints,
Juan Atkins,
DNA,
Malaria!,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Underground Resistance,
Depeche Mode,
Suicide,
Glenn Branca,
The Buckinghams,
Donny Hathaway,
Ultravox,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.