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 Laos and from Taipei.
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 Houston and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 Glambeats Corp. 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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo 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 a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
Kas Product,
Crime,
Byron Stingily,
DJ Style,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Soft Cell,
Soul II Soul,
The Durutti Column,
Groovy Waters,
Aaron Thompson,
Lakeside,
Derrick May,
The Vogues,
The Dirtbombs,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Faraquet,
Carl Craig,
Bobby Sherman,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Fortunes,
Excepter,
Television,
The Victims,
The Misunderstood,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lungfish,
Joy Division,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Infiniti,
Tomorrow,
Rotary Connection,
Qualms,
James White and The Blacks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Spandau Ballet,
Marmalade,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Anakelly,
Basic Channel,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Mr. Review,
Frankie Knuckles,
Stetsasonic,
E-Dancer,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Red Krayola,
Glambeats Corp.,
Television Personalities,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
A Certain Ratio,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Raincoats,
Aural Exciters,
Yellowson,
The Cure,
The Stooges,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.