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 Sri Lanka and from Beijing.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 güiro 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 grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Mummies. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
Donny Hathaway,
the Soft Cell,
Monolake,
Bauhaus,
Arthur Verocai,
Young Marble Giants,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Cameo,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Wake,
Nico,
The Dirtbombs,
Bang On A Can,
Trumans Water,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Godley & Creme,
Kayak,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Toasters,
T. Rex,
Banda Bassotti,
Schoolly D,
The Fall,
Icehouse,
Skriet,
The United States of America,
Agitation Free,
The Cramps,
Rapeman,
Cybotron,
Crooked Eye,
Joe Smooth,
Vladislav Delay,
CMW,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Boz Scaggs,
Eli Mardock,
Gerry Rafferty,
Tres Demented,
Kerri Chandler,
The Shadows of Knight,
The New Christs,
Sun Ra,
L. Decosne,
Cheater Slicks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ossler,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Smiths,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sandy B,
K-Klass,
Crime,
Erykah Badu,
Avey Tare,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Television Personalities,
The Offenders,
The Standells,
Black Pus,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.