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 Syria and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 oboe 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 Saccharine Trust to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
Cal Tjader,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sarah Menescal,
Newcleus,
the Normal,
Ken Boothe,
The Happenings,
Bad Manners,
Cymande,
Bill Wells,
Freddie Wadling,
10cc,
Maurizio,
The Fortunes,
Skriet,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Mummies,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The J.B.'s,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Vogues,
Black Flag,
Jerry's Kids,
EPMD,
David McCallum,
The Skatalites,
Reagan Youth,
Arab on Radar,
MDC,
Suburban Knight,
Second Layer,
the Swans,
Basic Channel,
The Tremeloes,
Rotary Connection,
Pagans,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lyres,
Fear,
A Flock of Seagulls,
the Germs,
The Pop Group,
Josef K,
Gabor Szabo,
Bush Tetras,
Youth Brigade,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Smoke,
Dave Gahan,
Quando Quango,
Rites of Spring,
Davy DMX,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Music Machine,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Flipper,
Los Fastidios,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.