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 Argentina and from Portland.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the theremin 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 Altered Images to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
Lungfish,
Malaria!,
Quantec,
Whodini,
Roy Ayers,
Scientists,
Ten City,
Tom Boy,
Chrome,
Matthew Halsall,
The Trojans,
Bluetip,
Gang Green,
Fear,
The Five Americans,
Todd Terry,
Soft Machine,
The Dave Clark Five,
Wolf Eyes,
Mission of Burma,
Hasil Adkins,
Wings,
Index,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Porter Ricks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Grass Roots,
Cybotron,
The Standells,
Excepter,
Joey Negro,
The Dead C,
Au Pairs,
Grandmaster Flash,
ABBA,
Sister Nancy,
Average White Band,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Wake,
Main Source,
Gang Starr,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Desert Stars,
Marmalade,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Public Image Ltd.,
Crash Course in Science,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Stereo Dub,
Letta Mbulu,
Michelle Simonal,
Jimmy McGriff,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
David McCallum,
Robert Görl,
Rhythm & Sound,
Depeche Mode,
Boredoms,
Ultra Naté,
The Cowsills,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.