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 Yemen and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 theremin 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 Inner City to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen 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 an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
Don Cherry,
U.S. Maple,
Interpol,
The Moody Blues,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Grey Daturas,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sixth Finger,
Ossler,
Schoolly D,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Saccharine Trust,
Morten Harket,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Velvet Underground,
Minor Threat,
A Certain Ratio,
Mandrill,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Mad Mike,
Tomorrow,
Can,
Underground Resistance,
The Fugs,
Maleditus Sound,
Cluster,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
kango's stein massive,
The Index,
The Last Poets,
Swell Maps,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ronnie Foster,
Livin' Joy,
Groovy Waters,
Wasted Youth,
Talk Talk,
Rosa Yemen,
Simply Red,
Jacques Brel,
Fugazi,
The Young Rascals,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Joensuu 1685,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Second Layer,
OOIOO,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
the Association,
Godley & Creme,
Sex Pistols,
The Real Kids,
The Mojo Men,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ituana,
The Gap Band,
Spoonie Gee,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Malaria!,
Sällskapet,
Joey Negro,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.