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 Syria and from Salvador.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Madrid.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 KRS-One to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
Visage,
Jesper Dahlback,
Duran Duran,
Sugar Minott,
Von Mondo,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Barclay James Harvest,
Shoche,
Lou Reed,
La Düsseldorf,
The Young Rascals,
Make Up,
Minnie Riperton,
The Leaves,
The Barracudas,
The Seeds,
Mr. Review,
Ultravox,
The Invisible,
Ice-T,
The New Christs,
Man Eating Sloth,
KRS-One,
Banda Bassotti,
Wolf Eyes,
Mars,
Sarah Menescal,
Pierre Henry,
Stockholm Monsters,
Deadbeat,
The Cowsills,
The Raincoats,
Joe Finger,
Neu!,
Crime,
Todd Rundgren,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Trojans,
Kurtis Blow,
Scratch Acid,
Soul II Soul,
The Sonics,
Max Romeo,
Chrome,
John Coltrane,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sun Ra,
Brothers Johnson,
Wire,
Saccharine Trust,
K-Klass,
Steve Hackett,
Leonard Cohen,
Piero Umiliani,
The Mummies,
New Age Steppers,
Stiv Bators,
Suicide,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.