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 Poland and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Popol Vuh to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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 Smoke,
Letta Mbulu,
Loose Ends,
Rites of Spring,
The Dave Clark Five,
Guru Guru,
the Human League,
Sound Behaviour,
Jacob Miller,
The Black Dice,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kas Product,
Todd Rundgren,
Q and Not U,
Isaac Hayes,
Marine Girls,
The Techniques,
The Gladiators,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
MDC,
Ultra Naté,
The Count Five,
Con Funk Shun,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Harpers Bizarre,
Minor Threat,
The Last Poets,
PIL,
Stetsasonic,
Nas,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Magma,
Lightning Bolt,
Thompson Twins,
Cameo,
Wings,
Dave Gahan,
Gregory Isaacs,
DJ Sneak,
Juan Atkins,
Donny Hathaway,
Gerry Rafferty,
ABBA,
Fela Kuti,
Average White Band,
Bauhaus,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Fuzztones,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
K-Klass,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Babytalk,
Alton Ellis,
The New Christs,
Jandek,
Television Personalities,
The Detroit Cobras,
Erykah Badu,
Man Parrish,
U.S. Maple,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.