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 Thailand and from Bologna.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the sitar 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 Boogie Down Productions to the techno 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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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?
Roy Ayers,
Mad Mike,
Mission of Burma,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Animal Collective,
Oneida,
The Stooges,
Tres Demented,
Mary Jane Girls,
Alice Coltrane,
Tears for Fears,
Kas Product,
T.S.O.L.,
Moby Grape,
Andrew Hill,
Swans,
Unwound,
The Litter,
DJ Sneak,
Theoretical Girls,
Soulsonic Force,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Walker Brothers,
The Kinks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
John Coltrane,
Dawn Penn,
H. Thieme,
Gabor Szabo,
Pussy Galore,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Cure,
The Remains,
Kevin Saunderson,
Chris Corsano,
Joey Negro,
Faust,
The Sonics,
Jerry's Kids,
The Knickerbockers,
The Seeds,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Hot Snakes,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Alton Ellis,
Zapp,
Connie Case,
Das Ding,
The Detroit Cobras,
Joe Finger,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Martian,
Amon Düül II,
MC5,
Throbbing Gristle,
Erykah Badu,
Hasil Adkins,
The Smiths,
Spandau Ballet,
Half Japanese,
Cymande,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.