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 Thailand and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Gang Starr to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
Black Flag,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Adolescents,
Charles Mingus,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sun City Girls,
Cybotron,
Rufus Thomas,
Cal Tjader,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gregory Isaacs,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Funkadelic,
Ronnie Foster,
The Black Dice,
Aswad,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Stooges,
China Crisis,
Hardrive,
Sun Ra,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sound Behaviour,
The Gun Club,
Tim Buckley,
The Motions,
Wolf Eyes,
Massinfluence,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Liliput,
The Golliwogs,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Selecter,
Toni Rubio,
Metal Thangz,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Brand Nubian,
Skaos,
Chrome,
MDC,
Fugazi,
Ice-T,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Aaron Thompson,
The Monochrome Set,
Brick,
Moss Icon,
ABC,
Magma,
Soulsonic Force,
the Soft Cell,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Fear,
Arcadia,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.