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 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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 snare 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 Gang of Four to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
David Bowie,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Vogues,
Bang On A Can,
Wally Richardson,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Tres Demented,
Popol Vuh,
Eve St. Jones,
Bill Wells,
Panda Bear,
Fad Gadget,
Underground Resistance,
Moby Grape,
T. Rex,
Derrick Morgan,
Neil Young,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Scrapy,
Bobby Womack,
The Slackers,
Prince Buster,
James White and The Blacks,
Sun City Girls,
Rapeman,
The Index,
Sugar Minott,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
the Normal,
X-Ray Spex,
Skriet,
Funkadelic,
Rosa Yemen,
Idris Muhammad,
The Fire Engines,
The Black Dice,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Marc Almond,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jacob Miller,
Lakeside,
Warsaw,
Q and Not U,
the Bar-Kays,
Judy Mowatt,
The Selecter,
B.T. Express,
Interpol,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sonic Youth,
Joe Smooth,
Eric Copeland,
EPMD,
Kayak,
Patti Smith,
Graham Central Station,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.