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 Swaziland and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 guitar 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 Ponytail to the jazz 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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
the Soft Cell,
F. McDonald,
Bad Manners,
Eric B and Rakim,
Thee Headcoats,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Fall,
Magma,
Cluster,
Suicide,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Animal Collective,
ABBA,
Half Japanese,
Erykah Badu,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Chris Corsano,
Banda Bassotti,
The Techniques,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Zapp,
Eurythmics,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rakim,
Q and Not U,
Japan,
China Crisis,
The Kinks,
Intrusion,
Graham Central Station,
Quantec,
Sun City Girls,
Kool Moe Dee,
8 Eyed Spy,
Cal Tjader,
Silicon Teens,
Popol Vuh,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Monks,
The New Christs,
Skriet,
Royal Trux,
Magazine,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Brothers Johnson,
The Remains,
Byron Stingily,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Modern Lovers,
Young Marble Giants,
Frankie Knuckles,
Patti Smith,
Gang Starr,
Pulsallama,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Wally Richardson,
Negative Approach,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sandy B,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.