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 Comoros and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Joe Finger to the electroclash 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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
the Swans,
Altered Images,
Dennis Brown,
Marshall Jefferson,
Parry Music,
Curtis Mayfield,
Boogie Down Productions,
Delta 5,
Sarah Menescal,
Chris & Cosey,
Lalann,
Iggy Pop,
The Smoke,
Suburban Knight,
The Count Five,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Crispy Ambulance,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Zero Boys,
Yellowson,
Niagra,
Eve St. Jones,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rites of Spring,
Kerri Chandler,
Man Parrish,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kenny Larkin,
The Dave Clark Five,
Newcleus,
The Techniques,
The Buckinghams,
Kurtis Blow,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
DJ Sneak,
Simply Red,
Scion,
Henry Cow,
The Sonics,
48th St. Collective,
Sandy B,
The Golliwogs,
Skriet,
T.S.O.L.,
Yazoo,
Crime,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Young Rascals,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Names,
Roxy Music,
Lungfish,
Siglo XX,
Nas,
Inner City,
Jeff Mills,
Gil Scott Heron,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pulsallama,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.