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 Eritrea and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Chris & Cosey to the jazz 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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
The Move,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Young Rascals,
Surgeon,
Crooked Eye,
Amon Düül,
The New Christs,
Eden Ahbez,
Animal Collective,
The Toasters,
June of 44,
Ultravox,
the Normal,
Goldenarms,
John Coltrane,
Jeff Lynne,
Simply Red,
Lungfish,
Man Eating Sloth,
Public Image Ltd.,
Juan Atkins,
The Mojo Men,
The Skatalites,
This Heat,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Drexciya,
Judy Mowatt,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Camouflage,
Fugazi,
Half Japanese,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Connie Case,
The Gun Club,
David Axelrod,
Roy Ayers,
Livin' Joy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Young Marble Giants,
The Birthday Party,
Gang of Four,
Minor Threat,
The Black Dice,
Quadrant,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Vladislav Delay,
Little Man,
Gregory Isaacs,
Index,
Cheater Slicks,
Rapeman,
Blancmange,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Shadows of Knight,
Todd Rundgren,
Royal Trux,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.