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 Greece and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 oboe 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 Germs to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
Gang of Four,
The New Christs,
Crooked Eye,
Das Ding,
Susan Cadogan,
Swell Maps,
Drexciya,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rod Modell,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gichy Dan,
Joey Negro,
Leonard Cohen,
DJ Sneak,
Prince Buster,
Harpers Bizarre,
Archie Shepp,
The Neon Judgement,
Banda Bassotti,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Carl Craig,
Guru Guru,
La Düsseldorf,
The Victims,
Eric Dolphy,
Brick,
The Moody Blues,
Max Romeo,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Joe Smooth,
Avey Tare,
The Gories,
Cameo,
Zero Boys,
The Motions,
Japan,
Essential Logic,
Nas,
the Bar-Kays,
CMW,
Cal Tjader,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Brass Construction,
The Stooges,
The Saints,
H. Thieme,
Bluetip,
Crash Course in Science,
Q and Not U,
Nirvana,
Funkadelic,
Ultravox,
Saccharine Trust,
Sam Rivers,
Soft Machine,
Loose Ends,
Au Pairs,
Dual Sessions,
Henry Cow,
The Shadows of Knight,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Davy DMX,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.