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 Switzerland and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 rhodes 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 Niagra to the disco 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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
Brand Nubian,
The Star Department,
Neil Young,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Don Cherry,
Sparks,
Todd Terry,
Altered Images,
The Fire Engines,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Howard Jones,
Rites of Spring,
Electric Prunes,
Bush Tetras,
The Tremeloes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Reuben Wilson,
June of 44,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Soul II Soul,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sällskapet,
Dennis Brown,
The Victims,
The Birthday Party,
Fat Boys,
These Immortal Souls,
Maleditus Sound,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Cecil Taylor,
Ornette Coleman,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Public Enemy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
kango's stein massive,
LL Cool J,
The Fall,
Ronan,
Motorama,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Eric Copeland,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lower 48,
Charles Mingus,
Patti Smith,
Moby Grape,
Franke,
Warsaw,
Radiopuhelimet,
Mr. Review,
Icehouse,
Harpers Bizarre,
Joe Finger,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
PIL,
The Monochrome Set,
The Happenings,
Cluster,
Mo-Dettes,
Deakin,
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.