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 Cuba and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Sonics 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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
Mo-Dettes,
Surgeon,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Residents,
The Index,
Eden Ahbez,
Stetsasonic,
Underground Resistance,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Barbara Tucker,
Neu!,
Lucky Dragons,
Aural Exciters,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
the Slits,
Flash Fearless,
Minnie Riperton,
Kurtis Blow,
Los Fastidios,
Rakim,
The Smoke,
Sun City Girls,
Fat Boys,
The Shadows of Knight,
Agent Orange,
Sällskapet,
Soul II Soul,
Loose Ends,
X-101,
Curtis Mayfield,
Magazine,
Schoolly D,
Jerry's Kids,
Anthony Braxton,
Quadrant,
The Mojo Men,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Livin' Joy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The J.B.'s,
Gil Scott Heron,
Clear Light,
Infiniti,
Funkadelic,
Rites of Spring,
Qualms,
The Dirtbombs,
Camberwell Now,
Sound Behaviour,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Sonics,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gong,
The Beau Brummels,
B.T. Express,
Make Up,
Bobby Byrd,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Black Flag,
Gang Starr,
Davy DMX,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.