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 Suriname and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the oboe 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 The Slits to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx 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 sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
Vladislav Delay,
Organ,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Avey Tare,
Alison Limerick,
The Sisters of Mercy,
K-Klass,
Gang Green,
Glambeats Corp.,
Johnny Osbourne,
MDC,
David Bowie,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Black Dice,
Q and Not U,
The Real Kids,
Trumans Water,
Angry Samoans,
Hasil Adkins,
Jeff Lynne,
Mark Hollis,
cv313,
Fatback Band,
Grauzone,
Stiv Bators,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Dorothy Ashby,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Amon Düül II,
Icehouse,
D'Angelo,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Leaves,
Technova,
Slave,
Television Personalities,
Agitation Free,
Con Funk Shun,
Alphaville,
Absolute Body Control,
The Searchers,
Sparks,
Intrusion,
Bobby Sherman,
Terry Callier,
Black Bananas,
Connie Case,
Metal Thangz,
B.T. Express,
The Seeds,
Leonard Cohen,
Warren Ellis,
Maleditus Sound,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Tears for Fears,
Minnie Riperton,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jerry's Kids,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Deepchord,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.