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 Oman and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 Tokyo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Crispy Ambulance to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Gories. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Darondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
Basic Channel,
Soulsonic Force,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Detroit Cobras,
Fad Gadget,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Five Americans,
The Skatalites,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Litter,
Zero Boys,
Trumans Water,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Invisible,
Loose Ends,
Stereo Dub,
Cal Tjader,
The Move,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Von Mondo,
Glambeats Corp.,
Amazonics,
Soul II Soul,
CMW,
Buzzcocks,
Sex Pistols,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lee Hazlewood,
Curtis Mayfield,
Main Source,
KRS-One,
Gil Scott Heron,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Silicon Teens,
E-Dancer,
Funky Four + One,
Deadbeat,
Minutemen,
Mad Mike,
Man Parrish,
Cameo,
Skriet,
Gichy Dan,
Pantytec,
Scott Walker,
Laurel Aitken,
Q and Not U,
Jeru the Damaja,
Eli Mardock,
A Certain Ratio,
Delon & Dalcan,
Urselle,
Rod Modell,
Little Man,
Underground Resistance,
Lightning Bolt,
Bluetip,
Rhythm & Sound,
Michelle Simonal,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.