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 Korea South and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 organ 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the techno 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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
Zero Boys,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Eli Mardock,
The Slits,
Junior Murvin,
The Mojo Men,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Dirtbombs,
Little Man,
Anakelly,
Radiopuhelimet,
Icehouse,
The Busters,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Skatalites,
Von Mondo,
Circle Jerks,
Harmonia,
Johnny Clarke,
Negative Approach,
Lower 48,
Tears for Fears,
Glambeats Corp.,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lightning Bolt,
Nico,
Ohio Players,
The Moody Blues,
the Slits,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Minor Threat,
Section 25,
The Offenders,
Pussy Galore,
Skarface,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
World's Most,
Lalann,
John Foxx,
Ice-T,
David McCallum,
Henry Cow,
Organ,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Fela Kuti,
Hasil Adkins,
Max Romeo,
Los Fastidios,
Donald Byrd,
Technova,
Nation of Ulysses,
Massinfluence,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Last Poets,
Pylon,
Ten City,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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.