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 Netherlands and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Drive Like Jehu to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
The Cramps,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Wally Richardson,
Boogie Down Productions,
Duran Duran,
Neu!,
FM Einheit,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pharoah Sanders,
Steve Hackett,
Dead Boys,
Minny Pops,
Moby Grape,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kerrie Biddell,
Buzzcocks,
Aswad,
Make Up,
Soul Sonic Force,
Visage,
The Invisible,
Nirvana,
Gang Green,
The Fire Engines,
Lightning Bolt,
The Five Americans,
cv313,
Deepchord,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pulsallama,
Oblivians,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Johnny Clarke,
Al Stewart,
Magma,
X-101,
Kurtis Blow,
The Slits,
The Martian,
Alton Ellis,
Laurel Aitken,
Massinfluence,
F. McDonald,
Sister Nancy,
Deakin,
Khruangbin,
Mandrill,
Warsaw,
Scientists,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Selecter,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Joensuu 1685,
Lalo Schifrin,
X-Ray Spex,
Brick,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.