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 Portugal and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 clarinet 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 The Shadows of Knight to the disco 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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Fuzztones,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jeff Mills,
Drexciya,
Altered Images,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Monolake,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Music Machine,
Crash Course in Science,
Sun City Girls,
Panda Bear,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
the Slits,
Grey Daturas,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Terry Callier,
Icehouse,
Henry Cow,
Pylon,
New Order,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Mary Jane Girls,
E-Dancer,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Blues Magoos,
The Vogues,
Lucky Dragons,
Qualms,
Zapp,
Bauhaus,
Interpol,
Nation of Ulysses,
JFA,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Mark Hollis,
Livin' Joy,
Janne Schatter,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
L. Decosne,
Scratch Acid,
Rod Modell,
the Sonics,
Todd Rundgren,
Iggy Pop,
Rekid,
Albert Ayler,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Michelle Simonal,
Soul Sonic Force,
These Immortal Souls,
Eli Mardock,
Drive Like Jehu,
Schoolly D,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bizarre Inc.,
KRS-One,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.