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 Namibia and from Tokyo.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 marimba 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 Nas to the crunk 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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
T. Rex,
Roxette,
Q65,
Joey Negro,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Judy Mowatt,
The Divine Comedy,
Heaven 17,
Ossler,
8 Eyed Spy,
OOIOO,
Unwound,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Silicon Teens,
Drexciya,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gastr Del Sol,
Deepchord,
Crash Course in Science,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Seeds,
Zapp,
Eve St. Jones,
F. McDonald,
The Young Rascals,
Cameo,
The Music Machine,
Y Pants,
Gang Green,
Trumans Water,
Tropical Tobacco,
Warren Ellis,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
10cc,
Lungfish,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Neu!,
The Victims,
Black Flag,
Johnny Osbourne,
Chris Corsano,
DJ Sneak,
The American Breed,
Todd Terry,
Junior Murvin,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Simply Red,
Barry Ungar,
Matthew Bourne,
Byron Stingily,
Shoche,
Roger Hodgson,
Erasure,
The Gap Band,
The Invisible,
Moss Icon,
Henry Cow,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.