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 Oman and from Beijing.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 marimba 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 Soft Machine to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
Dave Gahan,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Massinfluence,
Angry Samoans,
Susan Cadogan,
Don Cherry,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ralphi Rosario,
Echospace,
Scott Walker,
The Human League,
Aloha Tigers,
Severed Heads,
Das Ding,
Vainqueur,
Todd Rundgren,
Deadbeat,
Wolf Eyes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gang Green,
Malaria!,
Index,
Infiniti,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Evens,
Buzzcocks,
Crooked Eye,
Hasil Adkins,
Interpol,
Faraquet,
Ituana,
Parry Music,
Electric Prunes,
Bad Manners,
The Mojo Men,
Roxette,
Negative Approach,
The Misunderstood,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pulsallama,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Blossom Toes,
Alison Limerick,
Mandrill,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
E-Dancer,
Lebanon Hanover,
Man Eating Sloth,
Peter and Kerry,
Rod Modell,
Monks,
Bush Tetras,
Metal Thangz,
Kerrie Biddell,
Harry Pussy,
Khruangbin,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Make Up,
The Raincoats,
Suburban Knight,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.