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 Mozambique and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Amazonics to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
Gastr Del Sol,
Niagra,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sugar Minott,
The Flesh Eaters,
Deadbeat,
Yusef Lateef,
FM Einheit,
Ken Boothe,
Sexual Harrassment,
U.S. Maple,
Jacob Miller,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Zeros,
Section 25,
Drive Like Jehu,
Dual Sessions,
Quando Quango,
Scientists,
Inner City,
New Age Steppers,
the Normal,
Trumans Water,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Arab on Radar,
Skriet,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Eric Dolphy,
Q65,
Model 500,
The American Breed,
Kurtis Blow,
Supertramp,
Kayak,
Faust,
Derrick May,
R.M.O.,
Pere Ubu,
Stetsasonic,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Panda Bear,
Big Daddy Kane,
Deakin,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Urselle,
Joe Finger,
Tropical Tobacco,
the Sonics,
Susan Cadogan,
Chris Corsano,
OOIOO,
Eric Copeland,
Moby Grape,
Lou Christie,
Amazonics,
Mark Hollis,
Kevin Saunderson,
Khruangbin,
Warren Ellis,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.