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 Manila.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Smog to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
The Red Krayola,
Outsiders,
Ponytail,
Nik Kershaw,
Barclay James Harvest,
Underground Resistance,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Porter Ricks,
Robert Wyatt,
Oneida,
Royal Trux,
Das Ding,
E-Dancer,
Nico,
Vainqueur,
Janne Schatter,
David Bowie,
Todd Terry,
Fat Boys,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Connie Case,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
These Immortal Souls,
Kurtis Blow,
Procol Harum,
The Slits,
Eric Copeland,
David McCallum,
The Searchers,
Spandau Ballet,
K-Klass,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Detroit Cobras,
AZ,
Au Pairs,
Supertramp,
Althea and Donna,
Con Funk Shun,
Organ,
Toni Rubio,
Crime,
John Cale,
The Misunderstood,
Panda Bear,
Excepter,
Barry Ungar,
Grauzone,
The Count Five,
The Victims,
Fugazi,
Dorothy Ashby,
Traffic Nightmare,
Arab on Radar,
Surgeon,
Public Image Ltd.,
Warren Ellis,
The Slackers,
T.S.O.L.,
Lightning Bolt,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.