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 Uzbekistan and from Shanghai.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Desert Stars to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Martian,
Cybotron,
Dorothy Ashby,
MC5,
Livin' Joy,
Alton Ellis,
Derrick Morgan,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Judy Mowatt,
Flipper,
Half Japanese,
Theoretical Girls,
James White and The Blacks,
Ponytail,
Grey Daturas,
The Red Krayola,
The Fugs,
Nirvana,
Nico,
Lucky Dragons,
Sly & The Family Stone,
the Normal,
The Five Americans,
Nik Kershaw,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Circle Jerks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jacques Brel,
The Gories,
Freddie Wadling,
The Selecter,
Ken Boothe,
ABC,
The Young Rascals,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Marvin Gaye,
Qualms,
Second Layer,
Jawbox,
Big Daddy Kane,
John Coltrane,
Intrusion,
Simply Red,
Sarah Menescal,
Newcleus,
Rhythm & Sound,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jacob Miller,
Basic Channel,
Terry Callier,
Cluster,
Lightning Bolt,
Agitation Free,
John Cale,
Motorama,
Erasure,
Aural Exciters,
Das Ding,
The Blackbyrds,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.