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 China and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sly & The Family Stone to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sonic Youth,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ultravox,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Toni Rubio,
Sam Rivers,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ice-T,
Faust,
Index,
AZ,
Boogie Down Productions,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Tom Boy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Fall,
One Last Wish,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Main Source,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Brick,
Gregory Isaacs,
Letta Mbulu,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Marc Almond,
Eden Ahbez,
The Martian,
Tommy Roe,
Excepter,
Surgeon,
Basic Channel,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Blues Magoos,
Radio Birdman,
The Raincoats,
Hashim,
Delta 5,
Funkadelic,
Donny Hathaway,
Wings,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
FM Einheit,
Colin Newman,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Roxette,
the Germs,
Don Cherry,
Deakin,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Mojo Men,
Sixth Finger,
The Young Rascals,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Victims,
Minny Pops,
Suicide,
Davy DMX,
The Searchers,
The Black Dice,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.