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 Uganda 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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Houston.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Fugs to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
Aswad,
Stiv Bators,
Sam Rivers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pussy Galore,
Marvin Gaye,
Idris Muhammad,
Outsiders,
Gong,
Mandrill,
Tomorrow,
Lakeside,
PIL,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lightning Bolt,
Shuggie Otis,
Roxette,
Rekid,
Roxy Music,
Absolute Body Control,
Nico,
Slick Rick,
Jesper Dahlback,
Eli Mardock,
EPMD,
The Names,
Marine Girls,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Amazonics,
Au Pairs,
Half Japanese,
Tres Demented,
Tears for Fears,
Visage,
The Durutti Column,
Grey Daturas,
Cymande,
Judy Mowatt,
The Cowsills,
Depeche Mode,
The Evens,
The Pretty Things,
Faust,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Deepchord,
The Divine Comedy,
Sun Ra,
D'Angelo,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Mark Hollis,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Matthew Halsall,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
U.S. Maple,
The Index,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.