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 Marshall Islands and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Marvin Gaye to the rock 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 The Techniques. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
Altered Images,
Television Personalities,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Babytalk,
Soul Sonic Force,
Talk Talk,
Tim Buckley,
Camberwell Now,
Amon Düül II,
Bronski Beat,
Sun Ra,
Reagan Youth,
Wolf Eyes,
F. McDonald,
Ultra Naté,
Bill Wells,
Technova,
Gang Gang Dance,
Aswad,
Bang On A Can,
Grauzone,
The Gories,
Rotary Connection,
The Victims,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Smoke,
Joensuu 1685,
The Durutti Column,
Loose Ends,
Roxette,
Lower 48,
Sister Nancy,
Letta Mbulu,
Mission of Burma,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Royal Trux,
Fat Boys,
Skriet,
China Crisis,
Hardrive,
Ken Boothe,
Country Teasers,
Little Man,
Q65,
Althea and Donna,
Gang Green,
Tears for Fears,
Dawn Penn,
Hasil Adkins,
Glenn Branca,
Warsaw,
Marcia Griffiths,
Deadbeat,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Arthur Verocai,
Mo-Dettes,
Fatback Band,
Piero Umiliani,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.