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 United States and from Paris.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Underground Resistance to the jazz 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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
Sun City Girls,
Rosa Yemen,
Rotary Connection,
The Slits,
Underground Resistance,
The Smoke,
Wire,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Fatback Band,
The Techniques,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kerrie Biddell,
the Slits,
Chris Corsano,
Suicide,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Curtis Mayfield,
Malaria!,
Stiv Bators,
Patti Smith,
Section 25,
The Motions,
Terry Callier,
Rakim,
Mo-Dettes,
Negative Approach,
Lou Reed,
The Mojo Men,
The Birthday Party,
Harpers Bizarre,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gichy Dan,
The Detroit Cobras,
Unrelated Segments,
Al Stewart,
The Music Machine,
Tim Buckley,
Vainqueur,
The Gap Band,
Angry Samoans,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pole,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Wolf Eyes,
Pere Ubu,
Mad Mike,
Cymande,
Jacques Brel,
Sun Ra,
Ultravox,
Black Bananas,
Interpol,
World's Most,
Tom Boy,
Aural Exciters,
The Beau Brummels,
Magma,
Sight & Sound,
Barry Ungar,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.