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 Uzbekistan and from Houston.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Royal Trux to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Toasters. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Hashim,
Derrick Morgan,
Black Moon,
Malaria!,
Marc Almond,
The Red Krayola,
Robert Görl,
Con Funk Shun,
Hardrive,
Dave Gahan,
Cybotron,
kango's stein massive,
Don Cherry,
Popol Vuh,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sun City Girls,
The Tremeloes,
Bob Dylan,
Sister Nancy,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Velvet Underground,
The Remains,
Sonny Sharrock,
Arab on Radar,
Khruangbin,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Shadows of Knight,
B.T. Express,
Boz Scaggs,
OOIOO,
Swell Maps,
Bang On A Can,
The Slits,
LL Cool J,
Thee Headcoats,
Joey Negro,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lee Hazlewood,
Royal Trux,
Nirvana,
Stockholm Monsters,
Fad Gadget,
The Evens,
The Names,
The Durutti Column,
Cabaret Voltaire,
a-ha,
Circle Jerks,
Aloha Tigers,
10cc,
Charles Mingus,
Deakin,
the Bar-Kays,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Qualms,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.