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 Malta and from Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Bush Tetras to the grime 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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
Cheater Slicks,
The Mojo Men,
Alton Ellis,
Monks,
The Red Krayola,
a-ha,
Erasure,
Niagra,
Girls At Our Best!,
Qualms,
Agitation Free,
Scratch Acid,
The Black Dice,
Sugar Minott,
Eric Copeland,
Duran Duran,
Average White Band,
Index,
The Angels of Light,
Eric Dolphy,
The Seeds,
The Dead C,
Black Sheep,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Piero Umiliani,
World's Most,
The Star Department,
Albert Ayler,
The Young Rascals,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ludus,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Popol Vuh,
Pantaleimon,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Offenders,
Yellowson,
Arthur Verocai,
Morten Harket,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Saccharine Trust,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Khruangbin,
Schoolly D,
Y Pants,
X-Ray Spex,
Thee Headcoats,
John Cale,
T.S.O.L.,
Bobby Sherman,
Cecil Taylor,
The Gories,
Harmonia,
Judy Mowatt,
Bad Manners,
Ossler,
Grey Daturas,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bang On A Can,
The Busters,
the Human League,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.