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 El Salvador and from Woodstock.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 guitar 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 kango's stein massive to the techno 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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Franke,
L. Decosne,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Yazoo,
Black Sheep,
Youth Brigade,
The Vogues,
Fela Kuti,
Eli Mardock,
Kurtis Blow,
Lower 48,
Albert Ayler,
Faraquet,
Johnny Clarke,
Echospace,
The Fortunes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Joy Division,
Lalann,
The Fugs,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Zapp,
The Pretty Things,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Marmalade,
Crime,
The Kinks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Tommy Roe,
Spoonie Gee,
The Cowsills,
James White and The Blacks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Aural Exciters,
Severed Heads,
Man Parrish,
The Fall,
Guru Guru,
Stiv Bators,
The Zeros,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Roxette,
UT,
the Bar-Kays,
The Blackbyrds,
Dawn Penn,
The Slackers,
Toni Rubio,
Bootsy Collins,
Gil Scott Heron,
Deepchord,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bauhaus,
MDC,
The Martian,
Reagan Youth,
The Dead C,
The American Breed,
Ossler,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.