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 Monaco and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 rhodes 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 The Grass Roots to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Smoke. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
Marcia Griffiths,
Oneida,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Radiohead,
Camberwell Now,
Mo-Dettes,
Freddie Wadling,
X-Ray Spex,
The Divine Comedy,
Minnie Riperton,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Chrome,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Eli Mardock,
The Moleskins,
Prince Buster,
DJ Sneak,
Yazoo,
DNA,
DJ Style,
Thee Headcoats,
EPMD,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gastr Del Sol,
LL Cool J,
Althea and Donna,
X-101,
Unwound,
Whodini,
Public Enemy,
B.T. Express,
Flipper,
The Beau Brummels,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gerry Rafferty,
Echospace,
Nirvana,
The Busters,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Neon Judgement,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Motions,
Crispy Ambulance,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Reagan Youth,
This Heat,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Don Cherry,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Vogues,
Ponytail,
Aural Exciters,
Ossler,
Anakelly,
Arcadia,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.