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 Antigua and from Cairo.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Techniques to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The American Breed,
Brass Construction,
The Gap Band,
The Residents,
Pussy Galore,
The Gun Club,
Maleditus Sound,
Lucky Dragons,
Duran Duran,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Golliwogs,
Country Teasers,
Harpers Bizarre,
Quantec,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Simply Red,
Yellowson,
Bobby Sherman,
The Flesh Eaters,
Stetsasonic,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sarah Menescal,
Donny Hathaway,
Scott Walker,
Basic Channel,
Wings,
Tom Boy,
Loose Ends,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Remains,
Supertramp,
Echospace,
Y Pants,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Juan Atkins,
Stiv Bators,
Unrelated Segments,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Mo-Dettes,
Nirvana,
The Blues Magoos,
Neil Young,
Amazonics,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Eden Ahbez,
Jeru the Damaja,
the Sonics,
The Toasters,
Warren Ellis,
The Standells,
Camouflage,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Monochrome Set,
T. Rex,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Goldenarms,
Glenn Branca,
China Crisis,
Pulsallama,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.