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 Kiribati and from Johannesburg.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 rhodes 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
Pulsallama,
Chris Corsano,
Rapeman,
Rakim,
Dorothy Ashby,
Stockholm Monsters,
Tears for Fears,
Stereo Dub,
Patti Smith,
Sonic Youth,
Althea and Donna,
The Golliwogs,
Man Parrish,
Flamin' Groovies,
Susan Cadogan,
the Human League,
The Divine Comedy,
Dave Gahan,
The Wake,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sight & Sound,
Bauhaus,
Glambeats Corp.,
Excepter,
Kool Moe Dee,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Nick Fraelich,
Rites of Spring,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Junior Murvin,
Trumans Water,
Moebius,
The Tremeloes,
Blake Baxter,
Lindisfarne,
Bad Manners,
The Dirtbombs,
Camberwell Now,
Eric Copeland,
Quadrant,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Scientists,
Mad Mike,
Drive Like Jehu,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Marine Girls,
Funkadelic,
Grandmaster Flash,
DJ Sneak,
Slick Rick,
Archie Shepp,
CMW,
Q and Not U,
Bobby Hutcherson,
One Last Wish,
Mantronix,
Scion,
The Blues Magoos,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Cameo,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.