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 Papua New Guinea and from Taipei.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 harpsichord 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 Supertramp to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
LL Cool J,
The Walker Brothers,
Yazoo,
Niagra,
Television,
The Beau Brummels,
Radiohead,
Susan Cadogan,
Fugazi,
Man Parrish,
Pylon,
The Dirtbombs,
Alton Ellis,
Amon Düül,
Gang Gang Dance,
Faraquet,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
MC5,
Peter and Kerry,
Rosa Yemen,
The Mojo Men,
Siglo XX,
Infiniti,
The Techniques,
Yaz,
Funkadelic,
The Angels of Light,
D'Angelo,
Average White Band,
The Black Dice,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Wake,
Jacob Miller,
Organ,
Outsiders,
The Dead C,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Smiths,
Wally Richardson,
Country Teasers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Anakelly,
Bauhaus,
Todd Rundgren,
The Slackers,
Harry Pussy,
Blossom Toes,
Quantec,
The Stooges,
The Pop Group,
Pierre Henry,
T.S.O.L.,
Cluster,
Stiv Bators,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Arab on Radar,
the Fania All-Stars,
DNA,
Marmalade,
Robert Wyatt,
The Saints,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.