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 Somalia and from Shanghai.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Calgary.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Joe Smooth to the electroclash 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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
Donald Byrd,
The Barracudas,
Todd Terry,
Kayak,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Cowsills,
Jeff Mills,
Derrick May,
48th St. Collective,
Leonard Cohen,
the Sonics,
June Days,
Slick Rick,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Derrick Morgan,
Fluxion,
Adolescents,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Dirtbombs,
Flash Fearless,
New Age Steppers,
The Pretty Things,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
China Crisis,
Cal Tjader,
The Sound,
Nick Fraelich,
Mo-Dettes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Henry Cow,
Mars,
Boz Scaggs,
The Associates,
The Modern Lovers,
The Seeds,
Tubeway Army,
Banda Bassotti,
10cc,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Martian,
Clear Light,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jandek,
Simply Red,
Blossom Toes,
Sexual Harrassment,
Davy DMX,
Neil Young,
Visage,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Tom Boy,
Nirvana,
Pantytec,
Hashim,
Connie Case,
Peter & Gordon,
Juan Atkins,
Bootsy Collins,
Erasure,
Young Marble Giants,
Hasil Adkins,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.