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 Portugal and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Moby Grape to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Toasters,
Leonard Cohen,
David McCallum,
Fifty Foot Hose,
K-Klass,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Outsiders,
Prince Buster,
Con Funk Shun,
Unrelated Segments,
The Vogues,
Byron Stingily,
The Divine Comedy,
The Trojans,
X-101,
Mantronix,
The Saints,
the Swans,
Soul Sonic Force,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The J.B.'s,
Lower 48,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lucky Dragons,
Lou Christie,
Fluxion,
Cybotron,
The Misunderstood,
Eve St. Jones,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Dennis Brown,
Rhythm & Sound,
JFA,
Deakin,
The Shadows of Knight,
Wally Richardson,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Yellowson,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Moleskins,
Bill Near,
Ossler,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sight & Sound,
Todd Terry,
Gong,
Sun Ra,
The Barracudas,
Agitation Free,
Wolf Eyes,
Kurtis Blow,
Brass Construction,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bad Manners,
Sarah Menescal,
Masters at Work,
Yusef Lateef,
Scientists,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.