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 Morocco and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Shanghai.
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 spring reverb 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 Soft Machine to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies 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?
Rapeman,
Babytalk,
Godley & Creme,
The Neon Judgement,
Minutemen,
Silicon Teens,
Fort Wilson Riot,
DJ Style,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Velvet Underground,
Stetsasonic,
Amazonics,
Little Man,
Cheater Slicks,
Black Pus,
The Martian,
Tom Boy,
Roxette,
Royal Trux,
H. Thieme,
Youth Brigade,
Flipper,
Joyce Sims,
Andrew Hill,
Absolute Body Control,
The Detroit Cobras,
Judy Mowatt,
Cluster,
Ultravox,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Shoche,
Grandmaster Flash,
Guru Guru,
Franke,
The Busters,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ponytail,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Funkadelic,
Peter & Gordon,
Fluxion,
The Doors,
Barrington Levy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Gories,
Lakeside,
a-ha,
Stiv Bators,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Scrapy,
Sixth Finger,
Mantronix,
Deadbeat,
Country Teasers,
Gang Green,
The Monks,
Lightning Bolt,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.