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 Namibia and from Portland.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 linndrum 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 Maurizio to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Dead C. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crime record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
The Young Rascals,
Simply Red,
Magazine,
Ituana,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Fire Engines,
Bobby Byrd,
Porter Ricks,
Aural Exciters,
Siglo XX,
Q65,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Derrick May,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Brand Nubian,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pet Shop Boys,
Janne Schatter,
CMW,
T. Rex,
Archie Shepp,
Stiv Bators,
The Star Department,
Basic Channel,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Beau Brummels,
Guru Guru,
Shoche,
Absolute Body Control,
Khruangbin,
Yusef Lateef,
Goldenarms,
Quadrant,
Bronski Beat,
Jerry's Kids,
Aloha Tigers,
Ultimate Spinach,
Brass Construction,
Derrick Morgan,
Outsiders,
The Black Dice,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Mark Hollis,
Scrapy,
In Retrospect,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Nico,
Camberwell Now,
The Standells,
Adolescents,
Mantronix,
The Moleskins,
Rites of Spring,
Moss Icon,
Model 500,
The Happenings,
Fad Gadget,
The Barracudas,
Wasted Youth,
June Days,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.