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 Norway and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 arpeggiator 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 Kerri Chandler to the dance 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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
Pantytec,
Bobby Womack,
Idris Muhammad,
Mo-Dettes,
The Residents,
Hoover,
a-ha,
The Evens,
Neu!,
Angry Samoans,
In Retrospect,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Steve Hackett,
Davy DMX,
Marshall Jefferson,
June of 44,
Organ,
Traffic Nightmare,
Graham Central Station,
John Foxx,
Hasil Adkins,
Kerri Chandler,
Sister Nancy,
Ornette Coleman,
The Fugs,
Gerry Rafferty,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Tubeway Army,
Con Funk Shun,
Tomorrow,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
John Cale,
Black Flag,
Rapeman,
Joe Finger,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Gap Band,
Cheater Slicks,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Slits,
The Last Poets,
Dual Sessions,
The Red Krayola,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ronan,
Peter & Gordon,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Leaves,
The Names,
Bill Wells,
Gichy Dan,
Simply Red,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.