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 Nigeria and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 The Fuzztones to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Half Japanese,
Jimmy McGriff,
John Cale,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lucky Dragons,
Tres Demented,
Ohio Players,
Soul II Soul,
Curtis Mayfield,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Nirvana,
Roger Hodgson,
DNA,
Roxette,
Lungfish,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Stooges,
U.S. Maple,
Sonic Youth,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Motions,
Depeche Mode,
CMW,
Dual Sessions,
Panda Bear,
Camouflage,
Masters at Work,
Black Moon,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Cameo,
Josef K,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Nik Kershaw,
Kenny Larkin,
Average White Band,
Harmonia,
Wally Richardson,
Niagra,
Glambeats Corp.,
Schoolly D,
Eddi Front,
Hardrive,
The Star Department,
Sister Nancy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Popol Vuh,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Steve Hackett,
Angry Samoans,
The Young Rascals,
Erykah Badu,
EPMD,
Girls At Our Best!,
Alison Limerick,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Slits,
Eric Dolphy,
The Alarm Clocks,
Mars,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.