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 Israel and from Milan.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Angry Samoans to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
Ludus,
cv313,
Lungfish,
Tommy Roe,
Funkadelic,
The Associates,
Popol Vuh,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Youth Brigade,
Yazoo,
Scratch Acid,
Pole,
Symarip,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
X-101,
Amazonics,
Nils Olav,
the Normal,
John Foxx,
Rosa Yemen,
Minor Threat,
Marshall Jefferson,
Michelle Simonal,
Wally Richardson,
Faust,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kayak,
Second Layer,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Tears for Fears,
Crooked Eye,
The Slackers,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lou Reed,
Blossom Toes,
The New Christs,
Barclay James Harvest,
Erasure,
Bobby Sherman,
Dual Sessions,
Suicide,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Offenders,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Boredoms,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Brass Construction,
The Star Department,
Ronnie Foster,
Reagan Youth,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ralphi Rosario,
Stereo Dub,
Flipper,
Adolescents,
Malaria!,
Minny Pops,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.