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 Ukraine 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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 Piero Umiliani to the punk 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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mark Hollis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James Chance & The Contortions,
Outsiders,
Sex Pistols,
Delon & Dalcan,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Doors,
Vainqueur,
The Cowsills,
the Sonics,
Freddie Wadling,
Aswad,
Skriet,
Marcia Griffiths,
Thompson Twins,
Von Mondo,
Youth Brigade,
Pagans,
Masters at Work,
The Neon Judgement,
Wasted Youth,
Isaac Hayes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
John Cale,
Gabor Szabo,
Khruangbin,
Technova,
DJ Sneak,
Erasure,
Sister Nancy,
Bang On A Can,
The Red Krayola,
Loose Ends,
Q65,
Easy Going,
FM Einheit,
James White and The Blacks,
The Stooges,
Tommy Roe,
T. Rex,
Zapp,
Eli Mardock,
Monks,
Nik Kershaw,
H. Thieme,
Panda Bear,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bill Wells,
Second Layer,
Bootsy Collins,
The Count Five,
Pantytec,
Man Parrish,
Ohio Players,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Grauzone,
Electric Prunes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
New York Dolls,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.