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 Bahrain and from Cairo.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 harpsichord 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 Public Enemy to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
Con Funk Shun,
Rites of Spring,
Graham Central Station,
Erykah Badu,
Moby Grape,
Lyres,
Scratch Acid,
Bill Near,
Radio Birdman,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Faraquet,
Gabor Szabo,
Letta Mbulu,
The Fortunes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Peter & Gordon,
Rekid,
Minutemen,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Man Parrish,
Danielle Patucci,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Supertramp,
MDC,
Dead Boys,
the Sonics,
Glenn Branca,
Mark Hollis,
Clear Light,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ice-T,
Sun City Girls,
Girls At Our Best!,
Maurizio,
Kayak,
Kerrie Biddell,
Second Layer,
PIL,
Donald Byrd,
The J.B.'s,
Fat Boys,
The Kinks,
Can,
The Birthday Party,
John Lydon,
Guru Guru,
Rapeman,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
AZ,
Infiniti,
New Age Steppers,
Lower 48,
Echospace,
Visage,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
John Coltrane,
Smog,
The Slits,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.