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 Burkina and from Manila.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 Soul Sonic Force to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
MDC,
Animal Collective,
Desert Stars,
Interpol,
Juan Atkins,
The New Christs,
Traffic Nightmare,
Cymande,
Cameo,
The Stooges,
Neu!,
Soul II Soul,
Mantronix,
Silicon Teens,
The Moleskins,
The Sound,
Steve Hackett,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Black Flag,
Q65,
Crash Course in Science,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Delon & Dalcan,
Deakin,
Althea and Donna,
Buzzcocks,
8 Eyed Spy,
Alice Coltrane,
Franke,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Names,
Robert Hood,
Ten City,
Soul Sonic Force,
Michelle Simonal,
DJ Style,
Black Moon,
The Saints,
Essential Logic,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Smoke,
Hot Snakes,
Ultravox,
Slave,
Tommy Roe,
OOIOO,
Jacques Brel,
The Remains,
The Golliwogs,
Black Pus,
Absolute Body Control,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Scratch Acid,
Susan Cadogan,
Barrington Levy,
Wings,
Deadbeat,
Sugar Minott,
Guru Guru,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.