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 Italy and from Beijing.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Josef K,
Skriet,
Camberwell Now,
The Music Machine,
Hot Snakes,
Pierre Henry,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Seeds,
Qualms,
Half Japanese,
Desert Stars,
MDC,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Magma,
Ken Boothe,
Loose Ends,
Drive Like Jehu,
Tommy Roe,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jeff Mills,
Minny Pops,
Suicide,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Tim Buckley,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Inner City,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Siglo XX,
Swell Maps,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Misunderstood,
Jeff Lynne,
Brothers Johnson,
Neil Young,
Hasil Adkins,
Reuben Wilson,
Gang Starr,
Kool Moe Dee,
Cal Tjader,
Sex Pistols,
Mission of Burma,
Matthew Halsall,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Eurythmics,
The Barracudas,
Black Pus,
Johnny Clarke,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Velvet Underground,
Rekid,
Crash Course in Science,
Newcleus,
Blossom Toes,
Lindisfarne,
Maleditus Sound,
Marcia Griffiths,
Hardrive,
Bang On A Can,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Black Moon,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.