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 El Salvador and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 harpsichord 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the techno 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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Outsiders,
Delta 5,
Gong,
Rosa Yemen,
The Neon Judgement,
Urselle,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Gap Band,
Sam Rivers,
Masters at Work,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Mission of Burma,
Livin' Joy,
Soul Sonic Force,
Shoche,
Blancmange,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Robert Görl,
Lower 48,
Faraquet,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Idris Muhammad,
Roy Ayers,
T. Rex,
Glambeats Corp.,
David McCallum,
Swell Maps,
Dead Boys,
Junior Murvin,
The Flesh Eaters,
Icehouse,
Nas,
The Kinks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Max Romeo,
Dave Gahan,
The Fire Engines,
Amon Düül,
Royal Trux,
The Fortunes,
Freddie Wadling,
Radiohead,
The Five Americans,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Grey Daturas,
Bronski Beat,
MC5,
Soft Cell,
Bill Wells,
Television,
Saccharine Trust,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Marine Girls,
Theoretical Girls,
Roxette,
Tom Boy,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Young Rascals,
Harry Pussy,
Ice-T,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.