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 Ireland and from Tokyo.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bill Wells,
Aswad,
Yellowson,
the Bar-Kays,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
D'Angelo,
MDC,
E-Dancer,
Blake Baxter,
Matthew Halsall,
Althea and Donna,
Mary Jane Girls,
Dead Boys,
Metal Thangz,
The Music Machine,
Alison Limerick,
Colin Newman,
This Heat,
Pere Ubu,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Black Sheep,
The Happenings,
Soul Sonic Force,
Crispy Ambulance,
Brand Nubian,
Todd Rundgren,
David Bowie,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Stiv Bators,
Rekid,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Aural Exciters,
B.T. Express,
Tomorrow,
Popol Vuh,
Thee Headcoats,
Basic Channel,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Eric B and Rakim,
Spandau Ballet,
The Techniques,
Max Romeo,
Scott Walker,
a-ha,
Infiniti,
T.S.O.L.,
Con Funk Shun,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bobby Womack,
Judy Mowatt,
Groovy Waters,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Byron Stingily,
the Swans,
Albert Ayler,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Swans,
Monolake,
The Mojo Men,
Delon & Dalcan,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.