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 Ecuador and from Portland.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Misunderstood to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lightning Bolt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
Average White Band,
Boredoms,
Susan Cadogan,
Amon Düül,
Idris Muhammad,
Tropical Tobacco,
Joyce Sims,
Desert Stars,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sonny Sharrock,
Thee Headcoats,
Todd Terry,
Silicon Teens,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
the Bar-Kays,
the Sonics,
Radiohead,
The Shadows of Knight,
Audionom,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Surgeon,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jacob Miller,
Marc Almond,
Jesper Dahlback,
E-Dancer,
The Motions,
Ice-T,
Von Mondo,
the Slits,
Sandy B,
Ludus,
Subhumans,
Barbara Tucker,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ornette Coleman,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Dirtbombs,
Arthur Verocai,
Gastr Del Sol,
the Soft Cell,
Rapeman,
Yusef Lateef,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rosa Yemen,
F. McDonald,
Theoretical Girls,
Hardrive,
Index,
Stetsasonic,
Organ,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
OOIOO,
Urselle,
Motorama,
New Age Steppers,
Brass Construction,
Rufus Thomas,
Scientists,
Eric Copeland,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.