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 Korea South and from Manila.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 harpsichord 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 Hardrive to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
The New Christs,
The Motions,
Dave Gahan,
Dennis Brown,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lakeside,
Lalann,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Sound,
Tubeway Army,
The Dead C,
Radio Birdman,
Rapeman,
Dual Sessions,
Letta Mbulu,
Scrapy,
Porter Ricks,
Half Japanese,
The Sonics,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Shoche,
the Sonics,
The Dirtbombs,
The Gories,
Fear,
Quadrant,
Metal Thangz,
Bob Dylan,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sun Ra,
Lee Hazlewood,
Harpers Bizarre,
Archie Shepp,
Amon Düül,
Brick,
Wolf Eyes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Frankie Knuckles,
Nas,
Erykah Badu,
Pantaleimon,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bill Wells,
Donny Hathaway,
The Gladiators,
Country Teasers,
Roy Ayers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Drive Like Jehu,
Los Fastidios,
The Slits,
Alton Ellis,
Sarah Menescal,
Mad Mike,
Amazonics,
China Crisis,
Fela Kuti,
Loose Ends,
Banda Bassotti,
The Mummies,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.