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 Norway and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 snare 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 Shuggie Otis to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
Sun City Girls,
Josef K,
Harpers Bizarre,
Funkadelic,
Unrelated Segments,
PIL,
Eric Copeland,
Lakeside,
Bad Manners,
Metal Thangz,
The Dirtbombs,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Human League,
Accadde A,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
U.S. Maple,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Skriet,
EPMD,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Slits,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Morten Harket,
Second Layer,
Joy Division,
Gichy Dan,
Alton Ellis,
Neu!,
Nirvana,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Grass Roots,
Skaos,
Rapeman,
Prince Buster,
The Trojans,
Little Man,
Technova,
Cecil Taylor,
Pierre Henry,
Groovy Waters,
Youth Brigade,
Wire,
Japan,
Curtis Mayfield,
Das Ding,
The Remains,
The United States of America,
the Slits,
Stetsasonic,
The Beau Brummels,
Marc Almond,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Newcleus,
Basic Channel,
Lightning Bolt,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Wasted Youth,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Visage,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.