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 Israel and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Trojans to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Doors. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
Sandy B,
DJ Style,
Hasil Adkins,
Au Pairs,
Roy Ayers,
ABBA,
Skaos,
Q and Not U,
Siglo XX,
The Young Rascals,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pylon,
The Slackers,
Nas,
Boredoms,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rites of Spring,
Y Pants,
Television Personalities,
Nico,
Dark Day,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
X-101,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Monks,
Cecil Taylor,
Gang of Four,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
China Crisis,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Basic Channel,
The Happenings,
The Smiths,
Al Stewart,
Jeff Mills,
Magma,
Moss Icon,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Judy Mowatt,
Moby Grape,
The Cure,
Suicide,
Wire,
The Fire Engines,
The Barracudas,
The Cramps,
Swans,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Mary Jane Girls,
Zapp,
Masters at Work,
Pantytec,
Accadde A,
the Swans,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Andrew Hill,
Frankie Knuckles,
Roxy Music,
Country Teasers,
The Saints,
Henry Cow,
The Slits,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.