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 Benin and from Tokyo.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Adolescents to the funk 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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
The Beau Brummels,
The Walker Brothers,
Pulsallama,
Nas,
Dave Gahan,
Absolute Body Control,
Brick,
Radio Birdman,
Moby Grape,
The New Christs,
Pharoah Sanders,
Can,
Barry Ungar,
The Gories,
Laurel Aitken,
Tom Boy,
Negative Approach,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Slick Rick,
Maleditus Sound,
Ralphi Rosario,
John Coltrane,
Index,
Sonic Youth,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Siglo XX,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pantytec,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Cramps,
Jacques Brel,
Mark Hollis,
Toni Rubio,
the Bar-Kays,
Lungfish,
The Flesh Eaters,
Oneida,
Symarip,
Prince Buster,
Cybotron,
The Angels of Light,
Bill Near,
Arthur Verocai,
The Litter,
H. Thieme,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Barracudas,
The Birthday Party,
Rapeman,
Wolf Eyes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Unrelated Segments,
Iggy Pop,
The Mummies,
KRS-One,
Sam Rivers,
The Cure,
The Dead C,
Dual Sessions,
Delta 5,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.