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 Turkey and from Manchester.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Dennis Brown to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Copeland record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
Roxy Music,
Flipper,
Throbbing Gristle,
Minny Pops,
The Electric Prunes,
Don Cherry,
The Evens,
Talk Talk,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Suicide,
Cal Tjader,
The Happenings,
New York Dolls,
Joyce Sims,
Spandau Ballet,
Byron Stingily,
Hot Snakes,
Jeru the Damaja,
Howard Jones,
Yazoo,
Connie Case,
Wasted Youth,
Pharoah Sanders,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Unwound,
Ken Boothe,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lyres,
Black Flag,
June Days,
Electric Prunes,
Pantytec,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Scrapy,
Sam Rivers,
D'Angelo,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
X-Ray Spex,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Althea and Donna,
Soulsonic Force,
The Gories,
Thompson Twins,
Minor Threat,
Ten City,
The Real Kids,
Thee Headcoats,
Arcadia,
E-Dancer,
Pere Ubu,
Brick,
The Beau Brummels,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bad Manners,
Hasil Adkins,
EPMD,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.