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 Niger and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 chamberlin 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 Arab on Radar to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
Silicon Teens,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Residents,
Mo-Dettes,
Mandrill,
The Trojans,
Aswad,
Eve St. Jones,
The Red Krayola,
Suburban Knight,
Nik Kershaw,
Radiohead,
The J.B.'s,
Stetsasonic,
The Durutti Column,
Aaron Thompson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ronnie Foster,
Mission of Burma,
Jacques Brel,
Livin' Joy,
The Beau Brummels,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Walker Brothers,
The Wake,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Toni Rubio,
Marine Girls,
Soft Cell,
The Associates,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gang Starr,
Urselle,
Yazoo,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Depeche Mode,
Gang Gang Dance,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ossler,
Rhythm & Sound,
Babytalk,
Sugar Minott,
X-102,
Eddi Front,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Youth Brigade,
Black Flag,
The American Breed,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Warren Ellis,
Thompson Twins,
Grandmaster Flash,
Flamin' Groovies,
Henry Cow,
Circle Jerks,
Danielle Patucci,
Dawn Penn,
Eric B and Rakim,
Supertramp,
Public Enemy,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.