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 Lesotho and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Rod Modell to the funk 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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
Lee Hazlewood,
X-Ray Spex,
Mission of Burma,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Charles Mingus,
Piero Umiliani,
Average White Band,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Altered Images,
Japan,
Ohio Players,
R.M.O.,
Fad Gadget,
Marc Almond,
Babytalk,
The Cure,
Lalo Schifrin,
E-Dancer,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Agent Orange,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Red Krayola,
Sight & Sound,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Mars,
Pagans,
Fat Boys,
Technova,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Names,
Delon & Dalcan,
Deakin,
The Smiths,
Monolake,
Goldenarms,
Donny Hathaway,
Livin' Joy,
Jawbox,
Icehouse,
Nation of Ulysses,
Cybotron,
Kevin Saunderson,
ABC,
10cc,
Quantec,
Blake Baxter,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Slits,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Eurythmics,
Hoover,
The Mummies,
Unwound,
Matthew Bourne,
Aloha Tigers,
cv313,
The Slackers,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Stooges,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.