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 Micronesia and from Seoul.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 sitar 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 Reuben Wilson to the grime 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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
Camberwell Now,
Depeche Mode,
Alison Limerick,
Dark Day,
Soul II Soul,
Kayak,
Minnie Riperton,
Kevin Saunderson,
Qualms,
Scion,
K-Klass,
Leonard Cohen,
Pussy Galore,
Excepter,
The Cure,
Porter Ricks,
Inner City,
Todd Rundgren,
Motorama,
Black Moon,
Sarah Menescal,
Cecil Taylor,
The J.B.'s,
The Toasters,
Main Source,
the Normal,
Black Sheep,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Suicide,
Sun Ra,
Neil Young,
The Five Americans,
Drexciya,
Joey Negro,
Roxy Music,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
X-Ray Spex,
EPMD,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ituana,
Cheater Slicks,
Los Fastidios,
The Blackbyrds,
La Düsseldorf,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Basic Channel,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Nick Fraelich,
Surgeon,
Magma,
Blancmange,
The Gladiators,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Young Marble Giants,
Spoonie Gee,
Little Man,
Jeru the Damaja,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Nico,
Public Image Ltd.,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.