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 Sweden and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Monolake to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Shadows of Knight,
Eurythmics,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Fire Engines,
The Smiths,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Robert Görl,
Q and Not U,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Invisible,
The Knickerbockers,
Public Image Ltd.,
Joensuu 1685,
Mo-Dettes,
Pylon,
Eli Mardock,
Neil Young,
Cecil Taylor,
the Swans,
The Techniques,
Yazoo,
D'Angelo,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ralphi Rosario,
Basic Channel,
Brothers Johnson,
Unrelated Segments,
Monolake,
Intrusion,
Jimmy McGriff,
The New Christs,
The Monks,
The Human League,
Funky Four + One,
Black Sheep,
Scion,
The Buckinghams,
Gabor Szabo,
Funkadelic,
World's Most,
Vainqueur,
Flash Fearless,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Agitation Free,
Don Cherry,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Man Parrish,
Glenn Branca,
Scott Walker,
Metal Thangz,
The Gladiators,
Magma,
X-102,
Eve St. Jones,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.