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 Saudi Arabia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 spring reverb 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 48th St. Collective to the electroclash 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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
Average White Band,
Cluster,
Parry Music,
Alice Coltrane,
The Trojans,
The Black Dice,
The Dead C,
Peter and Kerry,
Prince Buster,
Liliput,
The Fortunes,
Nico,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Litter,
Qualms,
Rotary Connection,
Lakeside,
Kas Product,
Electric Prunes,
Marc Almond,
Freddie Wadling,
Technova,
Janne Schatter,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Motions,
Darondo,
E-Dancer,
Mission of Burma,
The Standells,
Eric Dolphy,
Grandmaster Flash,
Minny Pops,
Robert Hood,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lalo Schifrin,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Wake,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Simply Red,
Jeff Mills,
The Red Krayola,
Delta 5,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Gap Band,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Dave Clark Five,
Zapp,
The Monochrome Set,
The Seeds,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Symarip,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Mo-Dettes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
the Swans,
Fluxion,
Nils Olav,
Eli Mardock,
Pylon,
Visage,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.