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 India and from Columbus.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 David McCallum to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
Second Layer,
Flipper,
Gang Gang Dance,
Andrew Hill,
Stereo Dub,
The Dirtbombs,
Duran Duran,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Sound,
Eli Mardock,
Throbbing Gristle,
Yellowson,
The Toasters,
Eyeless In Gaza,
D'Angelo,
Kevin Saunderson,
L. Decosne,
John Lydon,
Marc Almond,
Scratch Acid,
New Age Steppers,
Crooked Eye,
MDC,
Loose Ends,
Reagan Youth,
ABC,
Yaz,
Pole,
Peter & Gordon,
Lindisfarne,
Nick Fraelich,
a-ha,
Jeff Mills,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Electric Prunes,
Fad Gadget,
These Immortal Souls,
Crime,
The Saints,
Neu!,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rhythm & Sound,
8 Eyed Spy,
Mr. Review,
the Soft Cell,
Soft Cell,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Mad Mike,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Excepter,
Rekid,
CMW,
Underground Resistance,
The Star Department,
The Litter,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sparks,
Magma,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.