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 Finland and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Magma to the funk 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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Young Marble Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
Fluxion,
Inner City,
Sam Rivers,
Anthony Braxton,
Flipper,
The Monochrome Set,
The Seeds,
Siglo XX,
Guru Guru,
Fugazi,
Bobby Womack,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Average White Band,
Basic Channel,
The Blackbyrds,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Deadbeat,
The Monks,
Franke,
DJ Sneak,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Arthur Verocai,
The Wake,
Soul II Soul,
The Selecter,
Lightning Bolt,
Mark Hollis,
Little Man,
Underground Resistance,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ornette Coleman,
David McCallum,
Section 25,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Kinks,
DNA,
Archie Shepp,
Tim Buckley,
Organ,
Fad Gadget,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bobby Byrd,
Don Cherry,
Sonny Sharrock,
Stereo Dub,
The Flesh Eaters,
Slick Rick,
The Divine Comedy,
Oblivians,
Dave Gahan,
Marmalade,
Television,
The Dirtbombs,
Rosa Yemen,
Infiniti,
Frankie Knuckles,
Alton Ellis,
Y Pants,
The Gories,
Hardrive,
Michelle Simonal,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.