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 Mexico and from Bologna.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 arpeggiator 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the jazz 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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
Sun Ra,
Reagan Youth,
Sister Nancy,
Can,
Faraquet,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Moleskins,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Roger Hodgson,
Robert Görl,
The Gun Club,
Public Enemy,
Lindisfarne,
The Slits,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Motions,
Franke,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Oblivians,
Eric B and Rakim,
Q65,
Arthur Verocai,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Cluster,
The Monochrome Set,
Y Pants,
Pet Shop Boys,
Severed Heads,
Absolute Body Control,
Rotary Connection,
Stockholm Monsters,
Aloha Tigers,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Golliwogs,
Main Source,
Marc Almond,
Chris & Cosey,
the Normal,
The Gladiators,
The American Breed,
Eurythmics,
Ossler,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Vogues,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gregory Isaacs,
Stiv Bators,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Wire,
Funky Four + One,
Pylon,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
UT,
Duran Duran,
Tim Buckley,
Ornette Coleman,
The Dead C,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.