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 Micronesia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 snare 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 Joyce Sims to the techno 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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 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 Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
Glambeats Corp.,
Hardrive,
Stereo Dub,
Chris Corsano,
Symarip,
Franke,
Intrusion,
Underground Resistance,
The Move,
The Zeros,
The Toasters,
Barclay James Harvest,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Charles Mingus,
Lou Christie,
Flipper,
The Doobie Brothers,
Leonard Cohen,
Pharoah Sanders,
Saccharine Trust,
Tres Demented,
The Blackbyrds,
The Monks,
Skarface,
Niagra,
Sex Pistols,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kaleidoscope,
Isaac Hayes,
Sun Ra,
Amon Düül,
Siglo XX,
Hoover,
Subhumans,
Ornette Coleman,
Groovy Waters,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Yazoo,
The Golliwogs,
Public Image Ltd.,
Stiv Bators,
the Soft Cell,
The Residents,
Harmonia,
the Germs,
The Doors,
Q and Not U,
Black Pus,
The Trojans,
Sonny Sharrock,
the Association,
The Index,
a-ha,
The Smiths,
The Blues Magoos,
The Birthday Party,
David Bowie,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Crime,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.