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 Taiwan and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 spring reverb 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 Zero Boys to the disco 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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
Pantytec,
Kerri Chandler,
Main Source,
The Litter,
Barry Ungar,
Amazonics,
Mars,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Letta Mbulu,
Aaron Thompson,
Deadbeat,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gang Gang Dance,
John Holt,
Grauzone,
Agent Orange,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pussy Galore,
Crispian St. Peters,
Clear Light,
Heaven 17,
U.S. Maple,
Bush Tetras,
Zapp,
The Offenders,
Pharoah Sanders,
Goldenarms,
John Foxx,
Nick Fraelich,
Josef K,
Skaos,
Kas Product,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Thee Headcoats,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ituana,
Matthew Bourne,
Neil Young,
Robert Görl,
The Divine Comedy,
The Pop Group,
Arab on Radar,
Mission of Burma,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Last Poets,
The Detroit Cobras,
Little Man,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Flesh Eaters,
Angry Samoans,
The Fortunes,
Can,
Donny Hathaway,
Malaria!,
the Bar-Kays,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.