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 Venezuela and from Philadelphia.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
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 The Shadows of Knight to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
Minutemen,
Iggy Pop,
Audionom,
Moby Grape,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ponytail,
The American Breed,
the Sonics,
Soul Sonic Force,
Aaron Thompson,
Roxette,
MDC,
The Move,
Magma,
Sun City Girls,
Brothers Johnson,
Radio Birdman,
The Mojo Men,
Shuggie Otis,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Cluster,
Sexual Harrassment,
Wally Richardson,
Laurel Aitken,
Johnny Osbourne,
Juan Atkins,
Erykah Badu,
The Gories,
Fela Kuti,
Gabor Szabo,
Freddie Wadling,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Massinfluence,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ossler,
the Soft Cell,
Peter & Gordon,
The Standells,
The Slits,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Charles Mingus,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
DNA,
Sugar Minott,
Man Parrish,
Fad Gadget,
Leonard Cohen,
Crime,
The Searchers,
the Bar-Kays,
Make Up,
Rites of Spring,
Terry Callier,
The Offenders,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Hardrive,
Ralphi Rosario,
Smog,
ABBA,
Half Japanese,
Scion,
Traffic Nightmare,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.