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 San Marino 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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
Traffic Nightmare,
Connie Case,
Letta Mbulu,
Wally Richardson,
Yusef Lateef,
Rod Modell,
Marine Girls,
The Pop Group,
Qualms,
Nils Olav,
Bauhaus,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Remains,
The Monks,
Stockholm Monsters,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bill Near,
Harry Pussy,
Cecil Taylor,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Brick,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Grass Roots,
Ultra Naté,
Roxy Music,
Black Flag,
Banda Bassotti,
Soul II Soul,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Groovy Waters,
Peter and Kerry,
Parry Music,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
These Immortal Souls,
The Doors,
Hoover,
Aloha Tigers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ken Boothe,
Suburban Knight,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Black Moon,
Gabor Szabo,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
MC5,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Delta 5,
Boz Scaggs,
Ronnie Foster,
Soft Machine,
Dual Sessions,
Supertramp,
Bad Manners,
Barrington Levy,
Kurtis Blow,
The Litter,
Skaos,
The Index,
Electric Prunes,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.