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 Turkmenistan and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 rhodes 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 Warsaw to the grime 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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
The Five Americans,
Bootsy Collins,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Eli Mardock,
Stereo Dub,
The Golliwogs,
Kas Product,
Scientists,
Bill Near,
ABC,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Franke,
The Dave Clark Five,
Outsiders,
Qualms,
Donald Byrd,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jerry's Kids,
Camouflage,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Wake,
Pierre Henry,
Gastr Del Sol,
John Coltrane,
The Fortunes,
John Foxx,
Warren Ellis,
Urselle,
Terrestrial Tones,
Zero Boys,
PIL,
The Motions,
Kerrie Biddell,
Zapp,
Stiv Bators,
The Litter,
The Music Machine,
Dual Sessions,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ultra Naté,
Mo-Dettes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jawbox,
Altered Images,
Marshall Jefferson,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Wings,
The Invisible,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lower 48,
the Germs,
The Modern Lovers,
Yusef Lateef,
E-Dancer,
MDC,
Crispian St. Peters,
Skriet,
New York Dolls,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.