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 Nauru and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 harpsichord 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 The New Christs to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 the Germs. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
The Litter,
Ornette Coleman,
R.M.O.,
Sexual Harrassment,
Robert Wyatt,
Jeff Lynne,
Althea and Donna,
Rapeman,
John Holt,
Babytalk,
K-Klass,
Terry Callier,
The Tremeloes,
Mandrill,
Nils Olav,
In Retrospect,
the Germs,
Barry Ungar,
Jandek,
Slick Rick,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Drexciya,
Sixth Finger,
Bobby Womack,
New Order,
Wire,
Black Bananas,
Jacob Miller,
John Lydon,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Joe Finger,
Shoche,
U.S. Maple,
Lindisfarne,
F. McDonald,
Brick,
Yaz,
The Shadows of Knight,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Minor Threat,
Nik Kershaw,
Crispian St. Peters,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The J.B.'s,
Pole,
Goldenarms,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Fear,
Alice Coltrane,
Camouflage,
The Slits,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Trojans,
Chrome,
Aaron Thompson,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
10cc,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.