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 Korea North and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 theremin 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 Marc Almond to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Eve St. Jones,
Dual Sessions,
Junior Murvin,
John Foxx,
Grey Daturas,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Reuben Wilson,
Gil Scott Heron,
Connie Case,
Charles Mingus,
Marvin Gaye,
Groovy Waters,
Max Romeo,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Slackers,
Kool Moe Dee,
Soulsonic Force,
Ludus,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jacques Brel,
Rapeman,
The Toasters,
Lucky Dragons,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pole,
the Soft Cell,
The Fall,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Robert Wyatt,
CMW,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ohio Players,
Idris Muhammad,
Los Fastidios,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lee Hazlewood,
Tomorrow,
Faraquet,
OOIOO,
Japan,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Doors,
Cal Tjader,
Fatback Band,
Gregory Isaacs,
Althea and Donna,
Radiohead,
cv313,
Can,
Pylon,
Essential Logic,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Gun Club,
Fugazi,
Quadrant,
Sight & Sound,
Minnie Riperton,
F. McDonald,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.