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 Libya and from Jakarta.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
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 Ituana to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Malaria!,
B.T. Express,
U.S. Maple,
David Axelrod,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Silicon Teens,
Zero Boys,
Alphaville,
Blancmange,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Busters,
Don Cherry,
The Searchers,
Joe Finger,
Roxette,
Q and Not U,
Bad Manners,
F. McDonald,
Royal Trux,
The Move,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Anakelly,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Matthew Bourne,
Sun Ra,
Television,
Eve St. Jones,
Wolf Eyes,
AZ,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Birthday Party,
Ituana,
Stetsasonic,
The Fuzztones,
Ultimate Spinach,
Warsaw,
Todd Rundgren,
Colin Newman,
John Coltrane,
Oneida,
Tres Demented,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Morten Harket,
Motorama,
The J.B.'s,
Faraquet,
DJ Sneak,
CMW,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
David McCallum,
T.S.O.L.,
Deadbeat,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pierre Henry,
Gang Starr,
Cal Tjader,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Con Funk Shun,
Popol Vuh,
Soul II Soul,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.