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 Uruguay and from Beijing.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the 808 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 Faraquet to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Nas. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
The Searchers,
X-Ray Spex,
Glenn Branca,
Iggy Pop,
Scientists,
Funky Four + One,
The Star Department,
Peter & Gordon,
Fatback Band,
In Retrospect,
Kurtis Blow,
The Skatalites,
Model 500,
The J.B.'s,
Blake Baxter,
The Remains,
Sister Nancy,
The Associates,
Eli Mardock,
The Sound,
Rosa Yemen,
Byron Stingily,
Supertramp,
Flash Fearless,
Girls At Our Best!,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Trumans Water,
Y Pants,
One Last Wish,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bobby Womack,
Terrestrial Tones,
John Foxx,
Loose Ends,
Pagans,
The Wake,
Vladislav Delay,
Don Cherry,
Ultra Naté,
Matthew Bourne,
Barry Ungar,
Ponytail,
Tomorrow,
Nick Fraelich,
Pantaleimon,
Monolake,
Pere Ubu,
Boredoms,
Rapeman,
Electric Prunes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Archie Shepp,
Flamin' Groovies,
Alison Limerick,
MDC,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Hot Snakes,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Tremeloes,
The Martian,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.