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 Colombia and from Shanghai.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 chamberlin 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 Agent Orange to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Names,
Pantaleimon,
Brick,
Harry Pussy,
X-102,
Eric B and Rakim,
Amon Düül II,
Au Pairs,
Cymande,
Brand Nubian,
Blossom Toes,
The Angels of Light,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Joe Smooth,
Avey Tare,
Eric Dolphy,
Blake Baxter,
Kaleidoscope,
John Lydon,
David McCallum,
The Blackbyrds,
Shuggie Otis,
Japan,
Archie Shepp,
Leonard Cohen,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Absolute Body Control,
Bizarre Inc.,
Barclay James Harvest,
8 Eyed Spy,
Parry Music,
Niagra,
The Velvet Underground,
Connie Case,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kenny Larkin,
Jeru the Damaja,
Scion,
Lakeside,
New Age Steppers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Janne Schatter,
Bootsy Collins,
Ken Boothe,
Thee Headcoats,
Youth Brigade,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
ABC,
The Raincoats,
Excepter,
The Birthday Party,
MDC,
The Music Machine,
Camouflage,
Bauhaus,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Boredoms,
Lou Reed,
Eddi Front,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lalann,
Underground Resistance,
Albert Ayler,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.