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 Angola and from Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 chamberlin 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 Arcadia to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
Royal Trux,
Theoretical Girls,
Anakelly,
Cymande,
Bluetip,
Half Japanese,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Marmalade,
The J.B.'s,
The Skatalites,
Patti Smith,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ultra Naté,
Kevin Saunderson,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Minny Pops,
Groovy Waters,
Oneida,
Jandek,
kango's stein massive,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lucky Dragons,
Fatback Band,
K-Klass,
Bang On A Can,
The Gap Band,
Nils Olav,
Todd Rundgren,
Cluster,
F. McDonald,
The Vogues,
Barbara Tucker,
Zapp,
Dual Sessions,
The Evens,
Kurtis Blow,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Detroit Cobras,
Neu!,
Marvin Gaye,
the Bar-Kays,
The Neon Judgement,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Marine Girls,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Blues Magoos,
The Real Kids,
Q and Not U,
Rotary Connection,
Roger Hodgson,
Sound Behaviour,
Silicon Teens,
Negative Approach,
Roxette,
Marc Almond,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Altered Images,
Eurythmics,
Steve Hackett,
Fad Gadget,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.