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 Mozambique and from Johannesburg.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the organ 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 Television Personalities to the punk 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 Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Associates record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
David McCallum,
Main Source,
Bluetip,
Grauzone,
D'Angelo,
Nico,
Panda Bear,
Roxette,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Selecter,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Fat Boys,
Fluxion,
X-102,
EPMD,
Brick,
Bang On A Can,
Banda Bassotti,
Wings,
Q and Not U,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Idris Muhammad,
Qualms,
the Association,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Motorama,
kango's stein massive,
Joy Division,
Soul Sonic Force,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Metal Thangz,
The Golliwogs,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Mars,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Remains,
Warren Ellis,
Bill Wells,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jacques Brel,
Lee Hazlewood,
Freddie Wadling,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Associates,
Royal Trux,
Pagans,
The J.B.'s,
The Cramps,
KRS-One,
Inner City,
Man Eating Sloth,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gastr Del Sol,
Skarface,
Livin' Joy,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sonny Sharrock,
Cheater Slicks,
The Blues Magoos,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.