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 Uzbekistan and from Lyon.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Kaleidoscope to the jazz 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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
Scrapy,
The Searchers,
Ralphi Rosario,
the Human League,
Mr. Review,
Joy Division,
Eli Mardock,
Maurizio,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Count Five,
Howard Jones,
Fat Boys,
Delta 5,
The Victims,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Grey Daturas,
Drive Like Jehu,
Outsiders,
DJ Style,
Tres Demented,
Skarface,
Underground Resistance,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Detroit Cobras,
Albert Ayler,
The Mojo Men,
DJ Sneak,
Lou Christie,
Piero Umiliani,
John Foxx,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Skatalites,
Sixth Finger,
The Wake,
Little Man,
The Last Poets,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Archie Shepp,
Adolescents,
Mary Jane Girls,
Skriet,
The Smiths,
Rakim,
Neu!,
Agitation Free,
Oblivians,
Johnny Osbourne,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Susan Cadogan,
The Knickerbockers,
The Moody Blues,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jerry's Kids,
Surgeon,
Cameo,
kango's stein massive,
The Birthday Party,
The Angels of Light,
Technova,
Mandrill,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.