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 Gabon and from Cairo.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Johannesburg.
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 Donald Fagen 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 The Raincoats to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
Rosa Yemen,
Thompson Twins,
Shuggie Otis,
AZ,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Max Romeo,
Lungfish,
One Last Wish,
Pole,
Gregory Isaacs,
Alice Coltrane,
The Detroit Cobras,
Malaria!,
Ludus,
Bobby Byrd,
Pussy Galore,
The Saints,
Jesper Dahlback,
Henry Cow,
The Gories,
Television Personalities,
X-101,
The Associates,
R.M.O.,
MC5,
Outsiders,
The Toasters,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Circle Jerks,
Andrew Hill,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Searchers,
The Black Dice,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Blossom Toes,
the Germs,
Jeff Lynne,
Excepter,
Bob Dylan,
The Trojans,
Matthew Halsall,
Audionom,
Severed Heads,
World's Most,
Joe Finger,
Jandek,
Pharoah Sanders,
Suburban Knight,
The Real Kids,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Black Moon,
The Beau Brummels,
Albert Ayler,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Monochrome Set,
Second Layer,
Kaleidoscope,
Fad Gadget,
Marshall Jefferson,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.