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 Israel and from Houston.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Johannesburg.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the theremin 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Grass Roots,
Curtis Mayfield,
Basic Channel,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sonny Sharrock,
the Human League,
Ten City,
Avey Tare,
Gang Green,
Scrapy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Inner City,
Big Daddy Kane,
Procol Harum,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rufus Thomas,
the Association,
Ice-T,
Amazonics,
The Motions,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Wake,
Grey Daturas,
The Music Machine,
LL Cool J,
Camberwell Now,
Goldenarms,
The Fuzztones,
Sound Behaviour,
The Associates,
Y Pants,
The Neon Judgement,
EPMD,
Skarface,
Boz Scaggs,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Model 500,
Gong,
Quantec,
Lakeside,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Stooges,
The Young Rascals,
B.T. Express,
Accadde A,
Gang of Four,
Todd Terry,
Trumans Water,
Radiohead,
Symarip,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Eve St. Jones,
The Busters,
Wolf Eyes,
Ohio Players,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Infiniti,
Blossom Toes,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.