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 Georgia and from Shanghai.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 PIL 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band 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 crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Qualms,
John Holt,
Soulsonic Force,
Graham Central Station,
The Evens,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Misunderstood,
A Certain Ratio,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
K-Klass,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Inner City,
JFA,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Babytalk,
Mad Mike,
Outsiders,
Hashim,
Derrick May,
Electric Prunes,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Duran Duran,
R.M.O.,
The Angels of Light,
Kool Moe Dee,
Chrome,
Minnie Riperton,
Marvin Gaye,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
DJ Sneak,
Dawn Penn,
Sex Pistols,
the Slits,
Roxy Music,
Ultimate Spinach,
Joe Finger,
Mary Jane Girls,
June of 44,
Boz Scaggs,
Circle Jerks,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Busters,
Das Ding,
Alton Ellis,
Godley & Creme,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Country Teasers,
Deakin,
Tears for Fears,
The Names,
Lebanon Hanover,
UT,
Crime,
Cameo,
Buzzcocks,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.