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 Fiji and from Johannesburg.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 clarinet 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 The Moleskins to the jazz 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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
Bobby Womack,
Max Romeo,
The Fall,
Man Parrish,
Michelle Simonal,
Ultra Naté,
UT,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lucky Dragons,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
H. Thieme,
Junior Murvin,
X-101,
Anakelly,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Saints,
Oblivians,
Ralphi Rosario,
Dennis Brown,
The Velvet Underground,
Public Image Ltd.,
Fear,
Morten Harket,
The Techniques,
Aural Exciters,
Erasure,
Ultravox,
Jeru the Damaja,
Quadrant,
Masters at Work,
Ossler,
Kayak,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pierre Henry,
Charles Mingus,
Grauzone,
James White and The Blacks,
Marine Girls,
Carl Craig,
Angry Samoans,
Los Fastidios,
Shoche,
Kool Moe Dee,
Massinfluence,
Skriet,
Todd Terry,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
a-ha,
Scan 7,
The Vogues,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Black Pus,
Girls At Our Best!,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Fortunes,
Bauhaus,
David McCallum,
Moss Icon,
Negative Approach,
The Divine Comedy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.