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 Czech Republic and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Shoche to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Toasters. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
Brass Construction,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Martian,
New York Dolls,
Whodini,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Seeds,
Barclay James Harvest,
Erykah Badu,
Moebius,
Can,
Don Cherry,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Selecter,
Ten City,
T.S.O.L.,
The Barracudas,
Alton Ellis,
Bobby Byrd,
Desert Stars,
Anakelly,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Johnny Clarke,
The Names,
Ponytail,
The Monks,
Gil Scott Heron,
China Crisis,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Man Eating Sloth,
Urselle,
Silicon Teens,
Lou Christie,
The American Breed,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Skatalites,
Mo-Dettes,
The Divine Comedy,
Yazoo,
Sugar Minott,
Nik Kershaw,
Fear,
Q65,
Swell Maps,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Stooges,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sixth Finger,
Minnie Riperton,
Lightning Bolt,
Eve St. Jones,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
MC5,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Electric Prunes,
Throbbing Gristle,
Fatback Band,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.