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 St Lucia and from Calgary.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and New York.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Bar-Kays to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
Organ,
Aural Exciters,
The Smoke,
Maleditus Sound,
Public Image Ltd.,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Joyce Sims,
The Grass Roots,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Amon Düül II,
Accadde A,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Leonard Cohen,
Yellowson,
Angry Samoans,
Marc Almond,
Hardrive,
Bobby Byrd,
Boredoms,
Wings,
Dawn Penn,
Crash Course in Science,
Quando Quango,
Nation of Ulysses,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
JFA,
Rekid,
Suburban Knight,
Tropical Tobacco,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Guru Guru,
Nils Olav,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Dead C,
Rapeman,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Shuggie Otis,
Charles Mingus,
Mark Hollis,
Radio Birdman,
Fat Boys,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lightning Bolt,
The Human League,
Warsaw,
Gang of Four,
Eric Copeland,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jandek,
Drive Like Jehu,
Delon & Dalcan,
Robert Hood,
Pierre Henry,
Television Personalities,
Con Funk Shun,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Banda Bassotti,
Barbara Tucker,
Avey Tare,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pere Ubu,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.