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 Jamaica and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 sitar 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 The Golliwogs to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
The Blues Magoos,
Mandrill,
The Searchers,
The Standells,
Patti Smith,
Man Parrish,
Peter and Kerry,
PIL,
Harry Pussy,
UT,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Darondo,
Goldenarms,
Delta 5,
Pantytec,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Dark Day,
Flipper,
Colin Newman,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Motions,
Severed Heads,
Stetsasonic,
Fugazi,
Adolescents,
One Last Wish,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Remains,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The New Christs,
Camouflage,
Byron Stingily,
The Pretty Things,
The Offenders,
Tomorrow,
Magazine,
Livin' Joy,
Morten Harket,
Ornette Coleman,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Birthday Party,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Nik Kershaw,
Lungfish,
The Gories,
Organ,
Albert Ayler,
Black Pus,
Animal Collective,
Panda Bear,
The Neon Judgement,
Warren Ellis,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
In Retrospect,
Quantec,
Easy Going,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Beau Brummels,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.