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 Libya and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 Hong Kong and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Derrick May to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
Moby Grape,
Connie Case,
Thee Headcoats,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Basic Channel,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Electric Prunes,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Sound,
Bush Tetras,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Joey Negro,
Lungfish,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Red Krayola,
DJ Style,
Pagans,
Popol Vuh,
China Crisis,
Dennis Brown,
Reagan Youth,
Kenny Larkin,
Frankie Knuckles,
Robert Görl,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Malaria!,
Yusef Lateef,
The Music Machine,
Easy Going,
Pylon,
DNA,
The Fuzztones,
Bang On A Can,
Mr. Review,
The Electric Prunes,
Desert Stars,
Lightning Bolt,
Nico,
Prince Buster,
L. Decosne,
Silicon Teens,
Make Up,
Scientists,
The Evens,
Ohio Players,
The Gories,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Walker Brothers,
Danielle Patucci,
Be Bop Deluxe,
James White and The Blacks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Crooked Eye,
Cheater Slicks,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ossler,
10cc,
Roxy Music,
Royal Trux,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.