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 Montenegro and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 theremin 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 Louis and Bebe Barron 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 Slits. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
Ronan,
Sly & The Family Stone,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Severed Heads,
Franke,
Oneida,
Crime,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Amon Düül II,
New York Dolls,
Man Parrish,
This Heat,
Brick,
Connie Case,
Bill Wells,
Average White Band,
Rakim,
Joyce Sims,
Glambeats Corp.,
Unrelated Segments,
Sällskapet,
Fela Kuti,
Marshall Jefferson,
MDC,
Sparks,
Swell Maps,
The Human League,
Boogie Down Productions,
Deakin,
Quando Quango,
Warsaw,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Massinfluence,
The Birthday Party,
the Normal,
Animal Collective,
John Holt,
The Sonics,
Kaleidoscope,
Hasil Adkins,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Index,
The Angels of Light,
Suicide,
X-101,
The Fall,
Vainqueur,
Suburban Knight,
Joey Negro,
Pantytec,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bad Manners,
Dave Gahan,
Harmonia,
Scratch Acid,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Maleditus Sound,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.