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 Israel 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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the sitar 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 Alison Limerick to the jazz 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
The Gap Band,
Terrestrial Tones,
Reuben Wilson,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rekid,
Neu!,
CMW,
PIL,
Underground Resistance,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Guru Guru,
Mars,
Vladislav Delay,
Ronan,
Curtis Mayfield,
Urselle,
The Selecter,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Black Bananas,
Erykah Badu,
Sparks,
Pantytec,
The Sound,
Marcia Griffiths,
Technova,
Los Fastidios,
JFA,
The Golliwogs,
The Alarm Clocks,
Excepter,
Ornette Coleman,
Tubeway Army,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gang Starr,
Blake Baxter,
Dead Boys,
Unwound,
The Barracudas,
Masters at Work,
Circle Jerks,
Surgeon,
Dorothy Ashby,
the Bar-Kays,
Maleditus Sound,
The Cowsills,
R.M.O.,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bobby Womack,
Rotary Connection,
Boogie Down Productions,
Warren Ellis,
Alison Limerick,
Mandrill,
Freddie Wadling,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ralphi Rosario,
Dennis Brown,
Dark Day,
Marine Girls,
Roger Hodgson,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.