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 Malta and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Beijing.
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 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 The Motions to the disco 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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
Marc Almond,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Con Funk Shun,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Mummies,
Procol Harum,
Glambeats Corp.,
Joey Negro,
Pet Shop Boys,
World's Most,
Joe Finger,
Brick,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Nirvana,
Ultimate Spinach,
Tropical Tobacco,
T. Rex,
Roxette,
Severed Heads,
Nas,
Stetsasonic,
The Toasters,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Detroit Cobras,
Malaria!,
Basic Channel,
Q and Not U,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Todd Rundgren,
The Five Americans,
The J.B.'s,
Dark Day,
Boz Scaggs,
The Gladiators,
Jerry's Kids,
Wire,
The Modern Lovers,
The Electric Prunes,
Maleditus Sound,
The Knickerbockers,
Skaos,
Suburban Knight,
H. Thieme,
Tomorrow,
Bobbi Humphrey,
kango's stein massive,
Dead Boys,
Marmalade,
The Stooges,
Zero Boys,
PIL,
ABC,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gang Starr,
Faraquet,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Slackers,
Blake Baxter,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.