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 Guatemala and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Ohio Players to the techno 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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skriet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
Eric Dolphy,
Crime,
Grauzone,
The Vogues,
Idris Muhammad,
The Misunderstood,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Grey Daturas,
Scientists,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Neu!,
The Cure,
Moss Icon,
The Angels of Light,
D'Angelo,
Nick Fraelich,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Tommy Roe,
Harry Pussy,
Letta Mbulu,
Rapeman,
Soul II Soul,
Eden Ahbez,
Reagan Youth,
Surgeon,
Goldenarms,
Metal Thangz,
The Offenders,
Faraquet,
Tom Boy,
Connie Case,
Jimmy McGriff,
Icehouse,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Soft Cell,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Aural Exciters,
Guru Guru,
Accadde A,
X-101,
Nik Kershaw,
Scrapy,
Man Parrish,
Fatback Band,
Anthony Braxton,
Qualms,
Lucky Dragons,
Deepchord,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Massinfluence,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Sonics,
Kaleidoscope,
Amon Düül,
Brick,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.