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 Swaziland and from Stockholm.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Bob Dylan to the grunge 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 Count Five. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Soft Machine,
Wire,
Gang Green,
Young Marble Giants,
Minnie Riperton,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
David Axelrod,
Pierre Henry,
Juan Atkins,
OOIOO,
The Slackers,
Blake Baxter,
Mr. Review,
Sarah Menescal,
Roger Hodgson,
Mars,
Max Romeo,
the Germs,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Laurel Aitken,
Rod Modell,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Evens,
World's Most,
Camberwell Now,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The American Breed,
Erykah Badu,
Wasted Youth,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Mary Jane Girls,
Talk Talk,
Pylon,
Isaac Hayes,
Matthew Halsall,
Sun Ra,
New Age Steppers,
Pantytec,
Lakeside,
8 Eyed Spy,
Popol Vuh,
Bootsy Collins,
Basic Channel,
Warren Ellis,
Con Funk Shun,
X-102,
Radiopuhelimet,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ronnie Foster,
D'Angelo,
Maleditus Sound,
Donald Byrd,
DJ Style,
The Fugs,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sexual Harrassment,
Half Japanese,
The Monks,
Judy Mowatt,
Livin' Joy,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.