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 the UAE and from Philadelphia.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Lucky Dragons to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
June Days,
Brand Nubian,
Drive Like Jehu,
Slave,
Shoche,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Mandrill,
Isaac Hayes,
Spoonie Gee,
Clear Light,
Ken Boothe,
Cybotron,
L. Decosne,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Red Krayola,
Reagan Youth,
Hot Snakes,
Junior Murvin,
Japan,
Das Ding,
The Barracudas,
The Doobie Brothers,
Barbara Tucker,
Aural Exciters,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Joey Negro,
The Pop Group,
The Divine Comedy,
Sugar Minott,
Vladislav Delay,
the Swans,
Youth Brigade,
Idris Muhammad,
Alice Coltrane,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Martian,
Peter & Gordon,
Depeche Mode,
Monolake,
Lou Reed,
Ituana,
Matthew Halsall,
The Fall,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Evens,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Zapp,
Swans,
H. Thieme,
The Cure,
Gong,
The Searchers,
Hoover,
Joe Smooth,
B.T. Express,
Rapeman,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.