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 Guinea-Bissau and from Tehran.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 sitar 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 Mantronix to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
Gichy Dan,
Sarah Menescal,
Cal Tjader,
MC5,
Ossler,
Sparks,
The Saints,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bush Tetras,
CMW,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Cameo,
Procol Harum,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Average White Band,
Laurel Aitken,
The Slackers,
Sonic Youth,
Magma,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Sonics,
Vladislav Delay,
Bobby Byrd,
Yellowson,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lower 48,
Mad Mike,
the Fania All-Stars,
Zero Boys,
T. Rex,
The Blackbyrds,
K-Klass,
Harry Pussy,
Idris Muhammad,
Visage,
John Lydon,
Derrick May,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Arab on Radar,
Isaac Hayes,
FM Einheit,
Stereo Dub,
Circle Jerks,
Piero Umiliani,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lightning Bolt,
Letta Mbulu,
Smog,
The New Christs,
Soulsonic Force,
Warren Ellis,
The Grass Roots,
The Golliwogs,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Scott Walker,
Jeff Mills,
JFA,
The Vogues,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.