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 Kyrgyzstan and from Toronto.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin 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 Sparks to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
Kayak,
Gong,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Q and Not U,
The Fuzztones,
X-102,
Rod Modell,
Dave Gahan,
Drexciya,
One Last Wish,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
the Swans,
Rosa Yemen,
The Dirtbombs,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Misunderstood,
The Velvet Underground,
Pylon,
The Red Krayola,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Cowsills,
Organ,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Todd Rundgren,
Shuggie Otis,
Q65,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Shadows of Knight,
Babytalk,
Hot Snakes,
Soul II Soul,
Eden Ahbez,
The Stooges,
Motorama,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kurtis Blow,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Dark Day,
Swell Maps,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Names,
Arcadia,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Alison Limerick,
MDC,
Cal Tjader,
Stereo Dub,
Niagra,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Sonics,
Scion,
Excepter,
Max Romeo,
Bang On A Can,
The Victims,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Fall,
Talk Talk,
Ronnie Foster,
Robert Wyatt,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.