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 Pakistan and from Toronto.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 organ 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 Litter to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s 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 Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Godley & Creme,
Eli Mardock,
K-Klass,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Stooges,
Swell Maps,
Lightning Bolt,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Brothers Johnson,
Archie Shepp,
Goldenarms,
Blossom Toes,
The Moleskins,
Altered Images,
Hasil Adkins,
Inner City,
Yazoo,
ABBA,
The Trojans,
The Index,
Bad Manners,
Scrapy,
Delta 5,
The Names,
Alton Ellis,
Wasted Youth,
Davy DMX,
Bobby Womack,
Bob Dylan,
Ohio Players,
The Blues Magoos,
DNA,
Cybotron,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
T. Rex,
Deadbeat,
LL Cool J,
Bill Near,
Cameo,
Bizarre Inc.,
Max Romeo,
Jeru the Damaja,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
kango's stein massive,
The Monks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Angry Samoans,
Robert Görl,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Porter Ricks,
China Crisis,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
La Düsseldorf,
Soulsonic Force,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Cheater Slicks,
Section 25,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.