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 Swaziland and from Madrid.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Man Eating Sloth to the jazz 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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
Cheater Slicks,
Matthew Halsall,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kayak,
Hasil Adkins,
The Trojans,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Arab on Radar,
Sound Behaviour,
Black Bananas,
Dawn Penn,
The Angels of Light,
Cameo,
Slick Rick,
Cybotron,
Adolescents,
Grauzone,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The American Breed,
CMW,
Eric B and Rakim,
Johnny Clarke,
Loose Ends,
The Slits,
The Invisible,
Idris Muhammad,
Peter & Gordon,
The Moleskins,
Babytalk,
Yazoo,
June of 44,
Royal Trux,
Masters at Work,
Tom Boy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Leonard Cohen,
Circle Jerks,
Barbara Tucker,
Schoolly D,
Massinfluence,
Eden Ahbez,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pagans,
Crooked Eye,
Soft Machine,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Todd Terry,
Sandy B,
Kenny Larkin,
Fluxion,
Lungfish,
The Shadows of Knight,
X-Ray Spex,
Scratch Acid,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.