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 Yemen and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Rites of Spring to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
Joy Division,
Lalo Schifrin,
New York Dolls,
the Normal,
The New Christs,
Ornette Coleman,
Main Source,
Sexual Harrassment,
Letta Mbulu,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Mr. Review,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Saints,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lucky Dragons,
John Foxx,
Neil Young,
Jawbox,
Arab on Radar,
Man Parrish,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Trojans,
Hoover,
Byron Stingily,
Erasure,
Lou Christie,
Mission of Burma,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Niagra,
Bad Manners,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
MC5,
Suburban Knight,
Clear Light,
Urselle,
Ponytail,
Soulsonic Force,
Alphaville,
Q65,
Unwound,
Maleditus Sound,
The Monochrome Set,
Hasil Adkins,
Davy DMX,
The Fire Engines,
Au Pairs,
Amazonics,
Tom Boy,
Thee Headcoats,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lebanon Hanover,
Interpol,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Funky Four + One,
EPMD,
Sam Rivers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Barry Ungar,
the Association,
Bill Wells,
Intrusion,
Talk Talk,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.