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 Mozambique and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 linndrum 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 The Selecter to the jazz 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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
New York Dolls,
Ponytail,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Smoke,
Johnny Clarke,
Von Mondo,
Flamin' Groovies,
Fugazi,
Byron Stingily,
Maurizio,
Jacob Miller,
Mr. Review,
David Bowie,
The Searchers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Audionom,
L. Decosne,
Essential Logic,
The Real Kids,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Cymande,
Don Cherry,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Mummies,
The Moleskins,
Ice-T,
Radiohead,
Arthur Verocai,
Tres Demented,
Das Ding,
R.M.O.,
The Divine Comedy,
The Fire Engines,
Kas Product,
the Soft Cell,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Wasted Youth,
Quantec,
Pussy Galore,
Terry Callier,
Agent Orange,
The Modern Lovers,
DJ Sneak,
B.T. Express,
Simply Red,
Harpers Bizarre,
Scrapy,
Suicide,
Main Source,
The Walker Brothers,
The Motions,
Reagan Youth,
Crime,
The Count Five,
Motorama,
LL Cool J,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.