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 Senegal and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 mellotron 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 Black Flag to the rock 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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Althea and Donna,
Television,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Accadde A,
Siglo XX,
Joensuu 1685,
Mantronix,
Vainqueur,
The Last Poets,
Livin' Joy,
the Association,
F. McDonald,
Graham Central Station,
Ten City,
The Moody Blues,
Pierre Henry,
Rekid,
Lou Christie,
Heaven 17,
China Crisis,
Brass Construction,
Supertramp,
The Standells,
Isaac Hayes,
John Holt,
Arthur Verocai,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Spoonie Gee,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Flash Fearless,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rufus Thomas,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
This Heat,
The Selecter,
Duran Duran,
Dawn Penn,
Ituana,
Spandau Ballet,
Letta Mbulu,
Donald Byrd,
Byron Stingily,
The Busters,
Deadbeat,
Pet Shop Boys,
Eddi Front,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Remains,
Crispian St. Peters,
Alphaville,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pulsallama,
Animal Collective,
Sugar Minott,
Bobby Sherman,
Japan,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Tremeloes,
John Foxx,
Pylon,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.