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 Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Motorama to the dance 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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
Lalo Schifrin,
Intrusion,
Porter Ricks,
Subhumans,
Animal Collective,
Archie Shepp,
Vladislav Delay,
Rosa Yemen,
Rapeman,
Bad Manners,
Roxette,
Khruangbin,
Underground Resistance,
Nation of Ulysses,
Marshall Jefferson,
Thee Headcoats,
Dorothy Ashby,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Wire,
Alphaville,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gregory Isaacs,
Mandrill,
Youth Brigade,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Flesh Eaters,
Davy DMX,
KRS-One,
Stetsasonic,
The Residents,
The Gap Band,
Sparks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
L. Decosne,
The Human League,
Lucky Dragons,
The Knickerbockers,
Accadde A,
Deakin,
Massinfluence,
The Saints,
Television Personalities,
Public Enemy,
Lightning Bolt,
Schoolly D,
Sex Pistols,
Model 500,
The Doors,
Juan Atkins,
Eurythmics,
Outsiders,
X-Ray Spex,
John Holt,
Nils Olav,
Symarip,
Ice-T,
Lindisfarne,
Pulsallama,
Adolescents,
Smog,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.