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 Yemen and from New York.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Minny Pops to the techno 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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar 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 spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
Heaven 17,
Sexual Harrassment,
Dennis Brown,
Drexciya,
The Birthday Party,
MC5,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Tremeloes,
Glambeats Corp.,
Eric B and Rakim,
Roy Ayers,
Circle Jerks,
Mandrill,
Fela Kuti,
Interpol,
Magazine,
Average White Band,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Maurizio,
The Doobie Brothers,
Camberwell Now,
Sandy B,
Sister Nancy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Slave,
Underground Resistance,
Scratch Acid,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Aloha Tigers,
Idris Muhammad,
Roxette,
The Selecter,
The Dave Clark Five,
Desert Stars,
Neil Young,
Fugazi,
The Gun Club,
Sun City Girls,
Bobby Womack,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
John Foxx,
The Gap Band,
Spandau Ballet,
Jandek,
Crime,
The Residents,
Infiniti,
Pylon,
Charles Mingus,
the Normal,
Model 500,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Gladiators,
Visage,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Sound,
Pantytec,
Scientists,
Skaos,
U.S. Maple,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.