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 Guatemala and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 marimba 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 Grandmaster Flash to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
The Durutti Column,
The Walker Brothers,
L. Decosne,
Nick Fraelich,
Boz Scaggs,
Motorama,
Schoolly D,
Flash Fearless,
The Smoke,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Dennis Brown,
Peter and Kerry,
Ultravox,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Patti Smith,
Danielle Patucci,
Young Marble Giants,
The Young Rascals,
Vladislav Delay,
Niagra,
kango's stein massive,
The Names,
Slave,
Unrelated Segments,
John Cale,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kerri Chandler,
Rakim,
Adolescents,
Letta Mbulu,
EPMD,
Peter & Gordon,
Negative Approach,
The Barracudas,
Wolf Eyes,
Soft Cell,
The Dead C,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Index,
Anakelly,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Deepchord,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Fluxion,
Urselle,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gichy Dan,
Skriet,
OOIOO,
Shoche,
Porter Ricks,
The Detroit Cobras,
Wire,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jeff Mills,
Metal Thangz,
Underground Resistance,
The Cowsills,
Drexciya,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.