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 Thailand and from Shanghai.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Grey Daturas to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Stetsasonic,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Vogues,
Jandek,
Warsaw,
Jesper Dahlback,
Electric Prunes,
Joyce Sims,
Amon Düül,
Max Romeo,
Excepter,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
EPMD,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
New York Dolls,
Pussy Galore,
Jerry's Kids,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jeff Mills,
X-101,
Metal Thangz,
MC5,
Sun Ra,
Rotary Connection,
Ralphi Rosario,
48th St. Collective,
Jeff Lynne,
Deadbeat,
Arthur Verocai,
The Cramps,
Agent Orange,
Section 25,
Throbbing Gristle,
Marc Almond,
The Associates,
China Crisis,
Pagans,
the Bar-Kays,
The Index,
Eurythmics,
Roxy Music,
Gang Starr,
The Gap Band,
The Sound,
X-Ray Spex,
Essential Logic,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Smoke,
Boz Scaggs,
The Cowsills,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Minutemen,
Dead Boys,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kurtis Blow,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.