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 Guinea and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Paris.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Dennis Brown to the punk 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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Eurythmics,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Music Machine,
Pulsallama,
the Soft Cell,
Prince Buster,
Big Daddy Kane,
Black Pus,
Clear Light,
Bauhaus,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Todd Rundgren,
Rakim,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Sonics,
Jeff Mills,
The American Breed,
Pylon,
Dennis Brown,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Maleditus Sound,
The Saints,
Aswad,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
L. Decosne,
Masters at Work,
Flipper,
The Searchers,
Ornette Coleman,
The Star Department,
David Bowie,
Janne Schatter,
China Crisis,
Minor Threat,
Black Flag,
Marc Almond,
Sun Ra,
Eric Dolphy,
Con Funk Shun,
Easy Going,
Schoolly D,
Letta Mbulu,
Visage,
Pantytec,
Nils Olav,
Flamin' Groovies,
X-101,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Walker Brothers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Kinks,
Crime,
The Happenings,
Harmonia,
The Human League,
Sound Behaviour,
June of 44,
Kas Product,
Magma,
Chrome,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.