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 France and from Lyon.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Neil Young 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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Alton Ellis,
K-Klass,
Henry Cow,
Davy DMX,
Young Marble Giants,
Surgeon,
ABBA,
Pierre Henry,
Popol Vuh,
Lightning Bolt,
Oneida,
Juan Atkins,
Stereo Dub,
Maleditus Sound,
Jawbox,
Todd Terry,
H. Thieme,
Scrapy,
Simply Red,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gil Scott Heron,
Soulsonic Force,
Ralphi Rosario,
Joy Division,
Black Moon,
Black Flag,
Scan 7,
FM Einheit,
Quantec,
The Doors,
Main Source,
Dual Sessions,
Unwound,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Fad Gadget,
Piero Umiliani,
China Crisis,
The United States of America,
Sandy B,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sunsets and Hearts,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
World's Most,
B.T. Express,
Slave,
Suicide,
Roger Hodgson,
Jeff Lynne,
Little Man,
Boz Scaggs,
Unrelated Segments,
Visage,
Chris Corsano,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pulsallama,
T.S.O.L.,
MDC,
Harry Pussy,
Newcleus,
The Durutti Column,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.