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 Vietnam and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 Beijing and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 synthesizer 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 The Red Krayola to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
Archie Shepp,
the Fania All-Stars,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Josef K,
Stockholm Monsters,
Amazonics,
In Retrospect,
Gang Starr,
CMW,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Joensuu 1685,
June Days,
Faust,
The Cure,
Anthony Braxton,
Joe Smooth,
Popol Vuh,
Idris Muhammad,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
T. Rex,
Organ,
Los Fastidios,
Roxette,
E-Dancer,
Blossom Toes,
Porter Ricks,
Black Flag,
Easy Going,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Yaz,
A Certain Ratio,
Donny Hathaway,
Erykah Badu,
Pole,
Zapp,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sound Behaviour,
Lou Reed,
Nas,
Wasted Youth,
Monks,
Fela Kuti,
Maurizio,
The Offenders,
Stereo Dub,
Mad Mike,
Crispian St. Peters,
The New Christs,
Country Teasers,
Soft Cell,
Von Mondo,
Section 25,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Selecter,
Radiohead,
Faraquet,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.