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 Maldives and from Shanghai.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 güiro 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 Outsiders to the punk 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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
Spoonie Gee,
Marvin Gaye,
Silicon Teens,
Scratch Acid,
Frankie Knuckles,
Iggy Pop,
Flipper,
Rites of Spring,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Neon Judgement,
Godley & Creme,
Boz Scaggs,
Country Teasers,
Letta Mbulu,
Ossler,
One Last Wish,
The Tremeloes,
48th St. Collective,
Los Fastidios,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Radiopuhelimet,
Stetsasonic,
Rod Modell,
Minor Threat,
The Monochrome Set,
Roxy Music,
The Sonics,
Unrelated Segments,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Cybotron,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Colin Newman,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Skatalites,
Metal Thangz,
Warsaw,
Dave Gahan,
Qualms,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lyres,
The Velvet Underground,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rotary Connection,
The Blues Magoos,
Kayak,
Toni Rubio,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bill Wells,
DJ Sneak,
Althea and Donna,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Cal Tjader,
Robert Wyatt,
The J.B.'s,
L. Decosne,
Graham Central Station,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.