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 Thailand and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 Isaac Hayes to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
Dark Day,
Lalann,
Gastr Del Sol,
Avey Tare,
The Victims,
Index,
Barry Ungar,
Newcleus,
The Pop Group,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Cramps,
Soulsonic Force,
Black Bananas,
Oblivians,
Fugazi,
Cameo,
Mantronix,
Marc Almond,
The Five Americans,
The Blues Magoos,
Skriet,
Gang Green,
Patti Smith,
Sugar Minott,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Anthony Braxton,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Scion,
Tom Boy,
La Düsseldorf,
Ituana,
Reuben Wilson,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Dawn Penn,
Loose Ends,
Amazonics,
Spandau Ballet,
Johnny Osbourne,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jeff Lynne,
The Fuzztones,
Aaron Thompson,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Barrington Levy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Scrapy,
Jeru the Damaja,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Crispy Ambulance,
In Retrospect,
One Last Wish,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Barracudas,
China Crisis,
Mr. Review,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sarah Menescal,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.