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 Burundi and from Lagos.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Vladislav Delay to the rock 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 Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
Barry Ungar,
Ultra Naté,
Swans,
The Gladiators,
Minny Pops,
Roy Ayers,
Tubeway Army,
Lalo Schifrin,
Soul Sonic Force,
June Days,
Archie Shepp,
Charles Mingus,
The Kinks,
Cameo,
A Certain Ratio,
Kool Moe Dee,
Drive Like Jehu,
Thompson Twins,
Model 500,
The Cure,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gong,
Essential Logic,
Danielle Patucci,
Rufus Thomas,
The Zeros,
Howard Jones,
Robert Wyatt,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sight & Sound,
Heaven 17,
Marshall Jefferson,
It's A Beautiful Day,
MC5,
the Germs,
Fluxion,
Hasil Adkins,
Brass Construction,
PIL,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Blancmange,
Urselle,
Derrick May,
Byron Stingily,
Outsiders,
Moebius,
The Modern Lovers,
Audionom,
Mantronix,
Youth Brigade,
Pharoah Sanders,
Banda Bassotti,
Rites of Spring,
Traffic Nightmare,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.