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 Bulgaria and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Drexciya to the techno 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 The Motions. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
Heaven 17,
Nico,
K-Klass,
Wings,
Thee Headcoats,
Ituana,
Surgeon,
Hardrive,
Pantytec,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Skatalites,
The Gladiators,
Brothers Johnson,
Scan 7,
The Star Department,
Peter & Gordon,
Crime,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rakim,
Big Daddy Kane,
John Coltrane,
Marine Girls,
Eric B and Rakim,
World's Most,
Arcadia,
Derrick Morgan,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pulsallama,
Lou Reed,
Moebius,
John Cale,
Glenn Branca,
Pagans,
Graham Central Station,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Bar-Kays,
Tim Buckley,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Piero Umiliani,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Smoke,
Pylon,
Lee Hazlewood,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Toni Rubio,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Matthew Halsall,
DNA,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Animal Collective,
Goldenarms,
Arthur Verocai,
Circle Jerks,
X-Ray Spex,
David Bowie,
Visage,
The Gap Band,
T.S.O.L.,
The Doors,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.