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 Congo and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 marimba 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 Flesh Eaters to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
The Names,
Man Parrish,
Neil Young,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Dead Boys,
Country Teasers,
The Walker Brothers,
Ituana,
Michelle Simonal,
Lebanon Hanover,
Steve Hackett,
The United States of America,
Quantec,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lalo Schifrin,
Cal Tjader,
Wasted Youth,
Adolescents,
Japan,
Danielle Patucci,
Stiv Bators,
Audionom,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gastr Del Sol,
Vainqueur,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Stooges,
Sound Behaviour,
Minny Pops,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Von Mondo,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Blake Baxter,
Avey Tare,
Terry Callier,
Wally Richardson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Selecter,
Delta 5,
Soft Machine,
The Offenders,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Boredoms,
Isaac Hayes,
Tim Buckley,
Barclay James Harvest,
ABBA,
Sonic Youth,
Nas,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Black Flag,
Max Romeo,
Easy Going,
The Tremeloes,
Howard Jones,
Mantronix,
The Cure,
The Sonics,
The Martian,
Mr. Review,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.