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 Tanzania and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 Drive Like Jehu to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
Make Up,
Echospace,
Soul II Soul,
Sexual Harrassment,
Wasted Youth,
Aswad,
the Soft Cell,
The American Breed,
David Axelrod,
Das Ding,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Barclay James Harvest,
Angry Samoans,
Blake Baxter,
Icehouse,
The Monks,
Liliput,
Sun Ra,
Absolute Body Control,
Matthew Bourne,
Avey Tare,
Todd Rundgren,
Eric B and Rakim,
Yusef Lateef,
Bluetip,
Lakeside,
Underground Resistance,
Althea and Donna,
The Techniques,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Andrew Hill,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Raincoats,
Ronan,
Delon & Dalcan,
Cymande,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pantaleimon,
kango's stein massive,
The Grass Roots,
Livin' Joy,
Roger Hodgson,
Arab on Radar,
Accadde A,
Banda Bassotti,
Deadbeat,
Mantronix,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Wire,
Hot Snakes,
Rapeman,
Harmonia,
Carl Craig,
The Star Department,
The Real Kids,
The Divine Comedy,
Joy Division,
R.M.O.,
Magma,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.