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 Macedonia and from Copenhagen.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Barracudas 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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
Grey Daturas,
Harry Pussy,
The Dead C,
Cymande,
Pole,
Excepter,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Black Pus,
Nik Kershaw,
Dawn Penn,
The Selecter,
The Blues Magoos,
Wire,
Brothers Johnson,
Roy Ayers,
The Golliwogs,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
DJ Style,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bauhaus,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
X-Ray Spex,
Junior Murvin,
Sound Behaviour,
Sällskapet,
Pussy Galore,
Mission of Burma,
the Sonics,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Blackbyrds,
Circle Jerks,
Trumans Water,
The Pop Group,
Maurizio,
Fat Boys,
Royal Trux,
Soulsonic Force,
OOIOO,
Nirvana,
Nils Olav,
Crooked Eye,
Laurel Aitken,
Derrick Morgan,
Mars,
The Seeds,
Sixth Finger,
The Slackers,
Soul Sonic Force,
Faust,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Carl Craig,
Banda Bassotti,
Eurythmics,
Underground Resistance,
Marshall Jefferson,
Make Up,
Joey Negro,
Morten Harket,
Kayak,
The Velvet Underground,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.