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 Tanzania and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Cairo.
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 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 Association to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yellowson 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?
Ossler,
the Swans,
Nas,
Hardrive,
The Fugs,
Minutemen,
Lou Reed,
Fela Kuti,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Eddi Front,
Warren Ellis,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Roxy Music,
Newcleus,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Human League,
Soul Sonic Force,
Massinfluence,
Crime,
Skriet,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bob Dylan,
Grey Daturas,
Frankie Knuckles,
Royal Trux,
Motorama,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Young Marble Giants,
Eric Copeland,
The J.B.'s,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Cheater Slicks,
Neil Young,
The Cowsills,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Angry Samoans,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Tears for Fears,
Procol Harum,
Traffic Nightmare,
Johnny Clarke,
Skaos,
Hot Snakes,
The Standells,
Subhumans,
Bad Manners,
Reagan Youth,
Black Sheep,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Derrick May,
Sister Nancy,
Radiopuhelimet,
Reuben Wilson,
Crispian St. Peters,
Japan,
Half Japanese,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.