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 Kiribati and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 Salvador and Bologna.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the 808 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 Human League to the rap 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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
The Offenders,
Animal Collective,
Ohio Players,
Roger Hodgson,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Scientists,
Robert Görl,
Moebius,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
the Sonics,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Fugs,
Eric B and Rakim,
Young Marble Giants,
Isaac Hayes,
The Cowsills,
Kayak,
Avey Tare,
Excepter,
Motorama,
the Swans,
Amazonics,
The Victims,
The Pop Group,
Simply Red,
Max Romeo,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Smiths,
Blossom Toes,
Black Moon,
Wasted Youth,
Monolake,
Desert Stars,
Massinfluence,
The Associates,
Ornette Coleman,
The Standells,
Marc Almond,
Lee Hazlewood,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Zapp,
Monks,
Hoover,
Shuggie Otis,
Drexciya,
kango's stein massive,
One Last Wish,
Livin' Joy,
The Index,
Tropical Tobacco,
Von Mondo,
Jacques Brel,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Slick Rick,
Stereo Dub,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jandek,
Jacob Miller,
Urselle,
Maurizio,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.