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 Nauru and from Columbus.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Paris.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Evens,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bush Tetras,
The Gladiators,
Lalann,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Cybotron,
Negative Approach,
Mandrill,
Hot Snakes,
Funky Four + One,
Scan 7,
Kerri Chandler,
Howard Jones,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Music Machine,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Wings,
Bill Near,
Gichy Dan,
Scrapy,
Barry Ungar,
The Neon Judgement,
Ronan,
Fear,
Massinfluence,
Joey Negro,
Gang Green,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Camberwell Now,
The Human League,
Freddie Wadling,
Pussy Galore,
H. Thieme,
Neu!,
Magazine,
Graham Central Station,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Slave,
The Selecter,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Seeds,
Letta Mbulu,
Sällskapet,
Lungfish,
Lightning Bolt,
Sixth Finger,
Electric Prunes,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ludus,
This Heat,
Grandmaster Flash,
World's Most,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.