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 Croatia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Kevin Saunderson to the dance 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Delta 5,
Bobbi Humphrey,
In Retrospect,
Matthew Bourne,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Severed Heads,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Symarip,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Cowsills,
Vainqueur,
Theoretical Girls,
Johnny Clarke,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Erykah Badu,
Silicon Teens,
Sällskapet,
Scott Walker,
The Detroit Cobras,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Banda Bassotti,
Niagra,
The Human League,
Echospace,
Panda Bear,
The Grass Roots,
Sonic Youth,
Nils Olav,
Blake Baxter,
the Germs,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ultravox,
Tomorrow,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Das Ding,
Masters at Work,
Clear Light,
Ken Boothe,
Joensuu 1685,
Todd Terry,
Half Japanese,
Index,
Reuben Wilson,
Lalo Schifrin,
Soft Machine,
Joyce Sims,
Camouflage,
T.S.O.L.,
10cc,
Terrestrial Tones,
Urselle,
The Motions,
The Last Poets,
Frankie Knuckles,
Roy Ayers,
JFA,
Kaleidoscope,
Swell Maps,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Funky Four + One,
T. Rex,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.