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 Comoros and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the organ 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 Barracudas to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
Depeche Mode,
Sun Ra,
Nils Olav,
Maleditus Sound,
the Sonics,
The Gladiators,
Kenny Larkin,
Barry Ungar,
Isaac Hayes,
Royal Trux,
The Busters,
The Dead C,
Roxy Music,
Black Sheep,
The Selecter,
Mission of Burma,
New Age Steppers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Spoonie Gee,
The Golliwogs,
Gabor Szabo,
Bobby Womack,
Harmonia,
Wolf Eyes,
The Buckinghams,
Radiopuhelimet,
China Crisis,
Technova,
Sexual Harrassment,
Alphaville,
The Saints,
Saccharine Trust,
Popol Vuh,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Nas,
Kurtis Blow,
Black Flag,
Sugar Minott,
Leonard Cohen,
Ornette Coleman,
Harry Pussy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Red Krayola,
Amon Düül,
Derrick Morgan,
Basic Channel,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Skatalites,
Can,
The Cowsills,
Symarip,
Bang On A Can,
Kerri Chandler,
The Young Rascals,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Neu!,
Fela Kuti,
Wally Richardson,
Unrelated Segments,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Audionom,
The Birthday Party,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.