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 Zambia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the güiro 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 Gories to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swell Maps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Joe Finger,
Infiniti,
Bronski Beat,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Shoche,
Ken Boothe,
Pharoah Sanders,
Electric Prunes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gang Green,
Cheater Slicks,
the Normal,
Dorothy Ashby,
Patti Smith,
Can,
Connie Case,
Procol Harum,
Pylon,
a-ha,
DJ Sneak,
The Durutti Column,
Piero Umiliani,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Leonard Cohen,
The Electric Prunes,
Jandek,
Ludus,
Make Up,
The Moleskins,
The Selecter,
Franke,
Funky Four + One,
Kerri Chandler,
Joe Smooth,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Grauzone,
Dawn Penn,
The Count Five,
Unwound,
Pantytec,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bad Manners,
Niagra,
Sound Behaviour,
Amazonics,
Ultra Naté,
DJ Style,
Sonny Sharrock,
Deakin,
Supertramp,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Aloha Tigers,
Bang On A Can,
Whodini,
The Sound,
Wings,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.