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 Armenia and from Tokyo.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 organ 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 Happenings to the crunk 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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies 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 marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mojo Men record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
Jacob Miller,
The Human League,
Joensuu 1685,
John Lydon,
Moss Icon,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Tears for Fears,
Electric Prunes,
Dave Gahan,
Eurythmics,
the Human League,
Depeche Mode,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Fire Engines,
Avey Tare,
Mars,
Aswad,
Soul Sonic Force,
Y Pants,
Underground Resistance,
Swans,
Country Teasers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Invisible,
Junior Murvin,
X-101,
The Tremeloes,
Babytalk,
Brand Nubian,
Rod Modell,
Sarah Menescal,
Boredoms,
Adolescents,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
T.S.O.L.,
Von Mondo,
The Walker Brothers,
The Index,
Popol Vuh,
Half Japanese,
Minor Threat,
the Sonics,
Deakin,
The Electric Prunes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Delta 5,
Peter and Kerry,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Remains,
Hardrive,
Supertramp,
Das Ding,
The Fall,
PIL,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lalann,
Los Fastidios,
Freddie Wadling,
Second Layer,
Banda Bassotti,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.