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 Equatorial Guinea and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 808 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 Busters 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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Supertramp,
Black Moon,
Darondo,
The Fugs,
Wally Richardson,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kevin Saunderson,
In Retrospect,
Scan 7,
Blake Baxter,
Ossler,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lalann,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Inner City,
Crispy Ambulance,
Japan,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pulsallama,
Tears for Fears,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Andrew Hill,
Hasil Adkins,
Funky Four + One,
Can,
The United States of America,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Dirtbombs,
Babytalk,
The Electric Prunes,
Spandau Ballet,
The Durutti Column,
Sixth Finger,
Ronnie Foster,
Television,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Brothers Johnson,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Fire Engines,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Doors,
Sugar Minott,
Public Image Ltd.,
Neil Young,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Birthday Party,
Pagans,
The Index,
Smog,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Eve St. Jones,
Marmalade,
Severed Heads,
Franke,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.