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 Belize and from Tokyo.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Shuggie Otis to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
the Germs,
The Saints,
Patti Smith,
Depeche Mode,
Traffic Nightmare,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Fatback Band,
Ultravox,
David McCallum,
Robert Wyatt,
LL Cool J,
Ituana,
Gerry Rafferty,
Thee Headcoats,
D'Angelo,
The Zeros,
Delta 5,
Liliput,
The Skatalites,
Roy Ayers,
the Slits,
Peter & Gordon,
the Association,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sam Rivers,
OOIOO,
Lucky Dragons,
Smog,
Minnie Riperton,
Deepchord,
Jandek,
Dorothy Ashby,
Urselle,
The Gories,
The Five Americans,
Panda Bear,
Derrick May,
Bobby Hutcherson,
the Soft Cell,
Rufus Thomas,
Alison Limerick,
The Blackbyrds,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Vainqueur,
Marmalade,
The Smiths,
Cybotron,
Black Pus,
Don Cherry,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
T.S.O.L.,
Grey Daturas,
Steve Hackett,
The Sonics,
Animal Collective,
The Fortunes,
Connie Case,
Gang Gang Dance,
Harry Pussy,
La Düsseldorf,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.