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 Tanzania and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 sitar 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro 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 spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
Piero Umiliani,
Babytalk,
The Sound,
New York Dolls,
Boz Scaggs,
Lindisfarne,
Pagans,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Invisible,
Echospace,
Eric Dolphy,
MC5,
Mr. Review,
The Smiths,
Sällskapet,
Wolf Eyes,
Matthew Halsall,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gang Gang Dance,
Easy Going,
Intrusion,
the Germs,
Derrick Morgan,
Flamin' Groovies,
Marshall Jefferson,
Big Daddy Kane,
Los Fastidios,
Aloha Tigers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Soft Machine,
Don Cherry,
Peter and Kerry,
Sun City Girls,
Althea and Donna,
Byron Stingily,
John Coltrane,
Agitation Free,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Radio Birdman,
The Golliwogs,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rosa Yemen,
The Five Americans,
Lee Hazlewood,
Max Romeo,
Metal Thangz,
Todd Rundgren,
Accadde A,
David Axelrod,
Ice-T,
Hardrive,
Dave Gahan,
Joy Division,
Eric B and Rakim,
Heaven 17,
Mission of Burma,
the Soft Cell,
Yazoo,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.