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 Albania and from Lille.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 chamberlin 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 Howard Jones to the jazz 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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scratch Acid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
Stetsasonic,
Unrelated Segments,
Bang On A Can,
A Certain Ratio,
Eric Dolphy,
Minutemen,
Brothers Johnson,
Mo-Dettes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Clear Light,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Tremeloes,
Isaac Hayes,
Yellowson,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pulsallama,
Idris Muhammad,
The Doors,
The Invisible,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Spandau Ballet,
Joyce Sims,
Hot Snakes,
Echospace,
Ice-T,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Fad Gadget,
Banda Bassotti,
The Durutti Column,
Goldenarms,
Siglo XX,
Eurythmics,
Dave Gahan,
Charles Mingus,
Slick Rick,
Bush Tetras,
Sparks,
Roy Ayers,
Ultra Naté,
Gabor Szabo,
Sun Ra,
Cluster,
Neu!,
Ken Boothe,
The Blues Magoos,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Searchers,
Deadbeat,
Sarah Menescal,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gichy Dan,
Sällskapet,
Dennis Brown,
Iggy Pop,
John Holt,
Pagans,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Joey Negro,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Thee Headcoats,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.